Went out last night with some friends - we went to the bar where one of 'em usually works, actually. So her fellow bartender & I play-flirt a lot - he’s a darling guy.
Last night, he was feeling no pain by the time the ball dropped… As he walked by, I tilted my head up so as to see him from where I was sitting… He took it as an invitation to pour champagne down my gullet (and onto my face & hair))! He then wished me a happy new year & went to give me a smooch…
All of a sudden, tongue! More tongue than I’ve ever had on my person! Not that I didn’t play along, but whatever. 
He followed that up with an admonition to watch out for guys like him. 
God, I love drunk people.
Just felt the need to share.
At least your tonsils will be squeaky-clean for the New Year ! 
Bartenders are like Canadian bourbon.
Dangerously smooth.
There’s a local bar in East Boston, they serve a pretty mean buger as well. Sara and I went in with my mom once, and the bartender was pretty wasted. When we went to leave, he insisted on walking us home, because “this is a pretty horrible neighorhood”. (My mom loved that, seeing as we live about a block away…) So as we’re walking down the street, he makes us link arms, and we skipped home to “We’re off to see the wizard”. My mom’s decided we live in a decent neighborhood, but we’ve since been forbiden to go in that bar…
chuckle Sounds like something Sean (the aforementioned tonsilectomy-via-tongue bartender) would do.
And yes, Hastur, tongue can be good! It wasn’t bad, it just lacked a certain…finesse, shall we say? He’s mighty cute, though, so that made up for him forgetting his technique. 
The story makes a slight more sense if they serve a mean burger…
We’ll save the drunken bartender/buger stories for another thread…