A few years back I was vacationing with my wife's entire family north of Georgetown in S. Carolina.
I'd hit it off with her uncle immediately and we concocted a couple beach treats. One of them being a spiked watermelon.
I'd taken a watermelon cut a hole and poured some vodka, triple sec, and rum into it. Buried it in the sand with a bag of ice and dug it up towards the end of the day.
Having forgotten cups for the entire crowd I nonchalantly walked up to the beach house after uncovering the melon.
When I returned a half an hour later, everyone had taken the liberty of cutting a piece or two of the watermelon unbeknownst it was spiiked.
Her grandmother was screaming "Bry-an! Bry-an! This is the best watermel-on I have ever tasted in a Southern Tennessean drawl."
Looking around I noticed my wife's youngest female cousin who was probably varsity at the time swaying as she froliced in the waves holding a piece of melon...
Her uncle looked at me and said "if those waves don't take off that girl's top, your watermelon sure will..."
we clanked our beers and laughed the remainder of the day...