In 8th grade for a friend's bday party we got a bunch of alchohol and took it to the only logical place which was the church on the neighboring street. It must have been like 4:00 AM when a car pulled into the lot (it was a Sunday morning - great planning) and so we hid on the roof for like 30 minutes. Eventually one of these church administrators saw one of us on the roof so we drunkenly ran as fast as we could to hide. Some hid in bushes, and the rest of us got back to the house. A couple minutes later the same car that pulled into the lot pulled into my friend's driveway. They started frantically knocking on the door and we were all scared to death his parents would wake up, and by some miracle they didn't. After about an hour of being in the driveway they left. We then went and collected our friends still hiding on the church ground and got back to the house and by then it was the next day. We never got caught. And that was my first all-nighter.
I've actually been on that roof a couple times since that night, the alchohol isn't there anymore...