So around 9:00pm Wendal and I tell these ladies....”Welp, See ya later!” Straight out of the movie.....we get to Flamingo and look at each other. “What are we doing?!?” We scurry on back to the center bar at Bill’s. But the flight attendants were nowhere to be found. Our oasis in the desert seemed like only a mirage at that point. “Fuck this, let’s get drunk.” Wise words, Wendal, wise words. So we stayed at the bar watching some karaoke and drowning our sorrows. The next thing on the camera on this timeline is a 2:30 video of an old man singing “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath. It’s amazing. He’s gotta be 70+ years old and hammered. He’s doing karate kicks to the air and everything. Here’s a screen shot of that. Life goals....I have a new hero in my life.