The news post that asked about epic water-related stories reminded me of this.
CLN '95. Can't remember whether it was 1 or 2. One Saturday morning, it was pouring down rain, and there were all these glorious, glorious mud puddles. So some of us started a mudfight. One of the RAs eventually came along and told us to quit throwing mud. So we started dumping mud on each other, and smearing it. Then he came back and told us that actually we should just get out of the mud puddles entirely, it was too far out of bounds. So we moved to the volleyball court and did a mud dance. It was lovely, even though my shorts were so soggy that they started to fall down. It wouldn't have mattered, because I had a bathing suit on, but it was a bit embarrassing. I was holding up my shorts with one hand instead of joining hands with everybody.
Then they wouldn't let us in to the cafeteria while we were all over mud! We thought about holding a hunger strike, but we were too hungry, so we all went and got showered (and dressed).