When our ship (USS Independence CV-62) pulled into Frisco for Fleet Week in '89, the first bar my shipmate and I went to was some upstairs/downstairs bar/restaurant on Fisherman's Wharf. We were at the bar doing Flaming Sambuca shots. At the time I sported a cheesy mustache, just because it was the only thing we were allowed to grow on our face. After about 5 shots each, I took shot number six, lingered at mouth a heartbeat to long, and my lip caterpiller ignited.
Well, I dropped that shot glass post-haste, and all the remnants of the previous shots (glasses turned upside down of course to commemorate their passing) ignited on the bar surface, resulting in a fairly scary wall of blue flame.
Needless to say, we were 86ed pretty quickly.
ROFL... glad to see ya made it home alive! It’s good to hear those great old sea stories, that’s stuff we’ll always remember, even if other folks don’t get the humor...