One night in Bangkok
Or was it Madrid....
Anyway, we decided it would be fun to try and jump from one person's hotel balcony to his neighbor's when a libation was needed. It looks so easy when the movie stunt men do it. It turned out that the distance between start and finish was a bit greater than originally estimated. The results were predictable - a person wearing a flight suit down around their ankles (don't exactly remember how that came to pass) clinging to a balcony railing by his fingertips screaming bloody murder, while the audience was overwhelmed with laughter. The obvious answer to rectifying the situation was to open the door of the hotel room of which the person was hanging on to the balcony, and assist the poor chap up to safety. Of course the room key was in the pocket of the person dangling. As they say, hilarity ensued for a brief time while we tried to obtain another key from the front desk.
Nobody got hurt, although we all sobered up quickly after we realized how close we had come to someone getting killed. The jumper was sore for a few days, and refused to party with us for the rest of the trip.