Another good one was when I decided to surprise my husband for his birthday. I reserved a condo on the other side of the island, at an out-of-the-way place. Got there, it was not clean. Left. Went to have lunch at the Paniolo Cafe. A Japanese tour bus had just pulled up and there was no room for us. OK, you cannot stop me, I had a cooler of food, let's have a picnic at a beach park on our way back home. Got there to find out it was roped off as a crime scene. Decided "to heck with it" and just went home. I'll take you to our local Korean/Sushi place. Closed. Went home and ordered pizza. Now, that's hard to get wrong, but honestly, it was close to inedible. Our "coffee table" is a large what they then called Geisha tables (in other words a Japanese dining table). At this point we had a couple of stiff ones and went to bed.
Here is where the pets came in. At the time we had a cat and a very, very small puppy. We awoke the next morning to find that the cat had taken the pizza off of the table so she could share it with the puppy (who at the time maybe weighed 4 or 5 lbs). Hubby and I never did have a celebratory dinner, but our animals sure did!