Wow, I was just the other day thinking about the night in high school when friends of mine and I got drunk and went to the IAH terminal around midnight and made our way onto a 727 parked at a gate.
I went into the cockpit and sat in the left seat. I made a joke about finding the keys and they, apparently not all trusting of my aviation skills took off running down terminal C.
Around ten minutes later, I walked past them as they were being questioned by IAH security.
Ahh the power of positive drinking.
Nowadays we would be in prison for that airport stuff.