I used to travel with a group from choir from school every year when I was in highschool, so I have a couple. Nothing too bad though:
'96: We were up in Toronto, and somebody managed to find the final St. Louis Blues / Detroit Redwings playoff game on TV up there. A few minutes later there's 20+ bathing-suit clad students - we had all been using the hotel's indoor pool - along with the two teachers and the few parents that were along as chaperones crammed into 1 small hotel room watching the game around a little 20" TV.
'98: Curfew was in affect, so we weren't supposed to leave our rooms. To make sure we didn't, the teachers had put a piece of tape over the jam for each door. If it was found broken, we were in trouble. So, someone decided to find an..ahem...creative way to get into one of the girls' rooms. He proceeded to try and climb up the the side of the building. Almost made it too, until he lost his grip and fell nearly 2 stories. Fortunately, all he did was hurt his wrist because he landed on his hand when he fell. He was OK other than that.
'99: 8am, curfew's up, and everybody in my room is just starting to wake up and get moving when I heard a knock at the door. Looked out the peephole and didn't see anything, so I opened the door a bit to see who it was. Turned out to be a (very short, and also very cute) girl from the choir, standing there with a big sh!t eating grin on her face. She said "good morning", then proceeded to try and hose me down with silly string. I slammed the door shut and she ran off; one of the other guys in my room found a water gun and decided to get her back by starting a watergun fight *inside* the hotel.
Oh, almost forgot one - although this was more on the way to the hotel, then at the hotel itself. Still the same group of people though. We had just gotten off the plane, and were going to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch before heading to the hotel. No parking above ground (we were using a couple of Dodge 12- or 15-passenger vans), so we had to head down into the under-ground garage. The cieling was low to begin with, and the sprinkler system hanging from it gave us even less clearance. The whole thing also seemed to be dropping a bit with each level we went down...and all of a sudden we hear this ear-splitting
screech. Turns out that we had hit one of the sprinkler heads. Not hard enough to knock it off, fortunately, but we probably did do a number on the van's paintjob
. To get the thing out, we had everybody in the van pile into the back seat to get as much weight as posible over the rear axle and weigh the van down. Then we backed out
very slowly
Nate
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