I have several stories, but I'm going with this one as it's rated PG.
My husband was playing in a band with a guy who was super nice, but really helpless. He invited us over for NYE, and he was so proud of himself for going to the gas station to get snacks! It was a bag of Tostitos and a jar of Tostitos queso...
The house was entirely dark and had no decorations, true helpless bachelor style. On the stove, there was a leftover chicken stir fry that a friend had made him the day before, and it was all congealed and crusted over. He told us he was gonna warm it up again later and eat it. (Food poisoning was kind of a running joke with this guy.)
He also had dead squirrels in his freezer that someone at work had given him and he didn't know what to do with.
So as the evening goes on, he's like, "Wanna watch me play Fable?" and so we watched him play Fable 1, in the dark, with no clock on the wall, and we missed midnight and heard the fireworks outside like, "Well, I guess that was it..."
Don't cry for him, btw, he is happily married now. Not sure if he has a second wife in Fable or not tho.