Since I get to reply first before anyone else does - after I'd been dating my wife about a month or so, I invted her to two New Year's Eve parties - one at a forumite's house (who no longer posts) and one at Christy's (the very same).
The first party was one of those calm wine and cheese, easy listening events. Everyone toasted in the New Year at 10:30 because no one wanted to stay up late.
So I told my wife the next party would be very different. Expect about 10 times more people, a lotta noise and a lotta drunken folks (they didn't disappoint).
On the way into the house, I warned my wife that they had a pool, and even though it had a cover, to watch ......
SPLASH! Face first, in the puddle on top of the cover. I was soaked. My wife was mortified and was sure I'd flip out and go home.
Nope. Told her I was going inside to give Ken King a great big soggy hug. Since he comes up to about my sternum, he'd get the worst of it.
My wife later says that this incident was instrumental in convincing her I could put up with anything she could dish out.
And I remember standing there witnessing the entire incident.