Well, there may have been alcohol involved, (dunno for sure), but there was NO mention of firearms, explosives, or other common denominators to good ol' boy revelry, at least not the likes of what you'd see in the lower 48. (and pink???) Whatever. It's the sort of thing tourists do and locals laugh about, or, in the worst case, solemly shake their heads over drinks...
But that's what I am talking about... Back in the day, that'd be me on that stupid Flamingo... And there would surely be a long and convoluted story as to how I got in that embarrassing condition, not to mention my dogs (oh yeah... and the old lady)... It would no doubt involve a suitable amount of beer or maybe tequila, And some of it would be my own dang fault, but it will be because my buddy double-dog-dared me... And the old lady along for the sole purpose of making sure I never ever forget it.
And of course, it ain't enough that I am in a situation I normally would not be caught dead in... But I get RESCUED, and now it's on film... it's on YOUTUBE, viral as hell... And of course the local news and the blue-haired old ladies' committee are getting it out on the wire locally...
BUT, in his favor, he didn't wake up hung over, alone and naked, covered in butter-flavored Crisco on that accursed flamingo. That's always hard to explain.