When I was on a lads holiday in Majorca (Spain), the lad I was sharing a room with had just broken up with his girlfriend a few days before we left. Anyway, this is our first night there, we all went out, got wasted, and eventually found our way back to our hotel at around 1am (early.. because we had just travelled 3 hours on a plane). The lad I was sharing with took a bucket and sat on the balcony and proceeded to throw up. After a few hurls, he began to move back and fourth, saying, "I've got to get through this..". In my drunken mind, I assumed he was talking about his breakup. I began to need a piss really badly.. and I was convinced that if I left him, he might jump off the balcony. So I pissed off our 5th floor balcony at around 1:30am. My mate didn't see it, and after a few more hurls, he went back into the room and crashed. Wasn't until the next day I realised that below our balcony on the ground was the hotel bar, and it was open till 2am.