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Slipping her a mickey wouldn't work for me because knowing my luck she'd want to entwine our arms to sip the champagne and I'd end up drinking out of my own glass, passing out before dessert, then waking up to a a livid spouse shouting at me that I fell asleep on purpose so I didn't have to have sex with her. Now Goose on the other hand is onto something. Maybe you someday to be married dinks out there should consider "The Pre-Nuptual Fishing Agreement". You may lose everything in a divorce later on, but while married you have the guarantee, signed by your spouse, that you get to go fishing weekly.
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