I'm not a fan of gin, and can't drink Bombay Sapphire (almond), although Mr. Kipper enjoys gin occasionally. However, thanks to a bottle of Tanqueray, a broken pint glass, and one of his friends who was great at concocting tales, I realized that I really loved Mr. Kipper.

Long story short, I told Mr. Kipper I thought I wanted to break up (before we were married). He and a friend picked up alcohol, and Mr. Kipper drank about 1/4 of the bottle of Tanqueray. He tried to put ice into a pint glass, broke the glass, cut his wrist a bit. I call an hour or so later, Mr. Kipper is sound asleep, but his friend answers the phone, convinces me that he's passed out, has had massive blood loss, etc. I panic, and am ready to drive the 7 hours to see him to tell him I love him, only to talk to him a few minutes later and find out his friend was stretching the truth.

It did take Mr. Kipper about 2 years to be able to drink gin again after that night. We do still have the bottle of Tanqueray though.