The night I met my wife was a "hurricane party" (in Florida when a hurricane is hitting you go out and buy a butt ton of booze and some friends come over and you just get wasted and wait for the electric to go out).

I had moved into a new place and I had yet to really get any of my stuff moved over from my old place when the storm decided to hit. Ain't going to move during a storm, so I just bought some supplies and rode out the storm at my new place.

An old ex-gf of mine happened to live near the place I had moved and she and a friend of hers (my now wife) came over for said "hurricane party".

This was the first time my wife had met me and the first impression wasn't exactly impressive.

A living room with just a couch, big screen tv, and my desktop computer on the floor hooked to said tv so I could listen to music and watch movies.

A bedroom with a blowup mattress, my alarm clock, and bags of clothes.

And a meager bathroom with the bare essentials... soap, toothpaste, bodywash.

Like I said... I JUST moved in.

My wife then goes to the fridge and opens it to find...

2 bottles of cranberry juice
1 bottle mustard
1 jar pickles
12 pack mountain dew

And 3 bottles of vodka on the counter.

...

She didn't tell me this at the time. But she was very concerned her friend had brought her to some crazy man's house for a hurricane and she might not ever make it home.