I did something like that at the Mariposa Folk Festival (in around 1970 (?)). Was going from one floor of the hotel to a lower floor one evening--lotsa playing going on; jamming, etc. Anyway, I had a fairly full glass of scotch in my right hand and I tripped. Tumbled down about six stairs and landed sitting on me arse with the full glass of scotch still in my right hand. I look up, and standing there was Joni Mitchell. I said, "Hi, Joni. Remember me?" She replied, "Yes I do Bruce, and you haven't changed a bit." (Sorry for the thread drift, but GUEST'S post reminded me.)