Does it count if you're part of the problem?
This story is 30+ years old, when I was in high school. We were in a soccer tournament at the beach. Our team lost the first day, so we were in runup with the other losers for the next day. Rather than let that get us down, we were in for some big time partying. Remember, folks, this was when 18 year olds could drink legally. We went to a very good restaurant. We drank a lot and were very rowdy. Other people in the restaurant complained, but instead of telling us to quiet it down, the Maitre D' actually moved them to another room. They brought us brandy and cigars after dinner. We tipped very well that night. We even called over the busboy, the chef, and especially the Maitre D'.
That night we went back to the room, I think it was a Ramada Inn, not too bad a place. We broke out the tequilla someone had brought. I went into the bathroom about 3 am only to find John T passed out in the bathtub. He was a chubby little porker. He was in his underwear. The water had drained out of the tub. He was covered in the spaghetti he had puked up - he had tried to cheap out at dinner! I gathered up my stuff and put it in my car.
Then about 3 or 4 of us went and slept it off on the lounges by the pool. The manager woke us up at 5 am. We told him we needed fresh air and gave him our room number which seemed to satisfy him.
I was still drunk for the game the next morning. I think our opponents were still drunk too. It was not a good game. I think we lost.
I will never forget the image of our benchwarmer John T in his tidy whities, laying in the bathtub covered in spaghetti. It really wasn't the hotel's fault.