Some of the best snowball fights I ever participated in took place in the early 70's between the frat quad and the freshmen in the Jungle! Damn those were serious fun!
My sophomore year 05-06 I went to a beach-themed party at Hilltop Apartments the same night a foot+ of snow dropped throughout the night.
No issue walking from North to the apartments, but by 1-2 AM there was at least 8 inches of unplowed snow on the ground and it was still coming down hard. If I were sober, I would have gotten home no problem, but that night I was in my 98% percentile of personal drunkenness and miscalculated how long it would take me to get from the apartments back to my dorm (probably about a mile walk).
Panicked, I turned back to the apartments, in search for a warm building to sleep it off. I managed to find a group of students entering one of the apartments, so trailing them I found a quiet corner in a stairwell to warm up and doze. It turns out that it was the same apartment building as one of my friend's girlfriends (who wasn't at the party), so she somehow saw me in the stairwell and I ended up sleeping on her couch, with the next day providing a new meaning to
the walk of shame.
Keep in mind, the first two paragraphs and last sentence of my story is all I remember from actual experience, so this story is dependent on the validity of the people who saw me that night.
Happy snow day!