Often in the olden days, usually college 1985-89. Nothing particularly eventful or tale-worthy has been reconstructed (apart from that one time I turned into The Drunken Druid–woke up with skeletal memories and a bashful grin the next day). I always remember waking up and being relieved to be home. Once or twice I was in someone else’s home–some friend, or friend of a friend, had stashed me on a sofa somewhere.
Not on just booze, but in the way way way back old day, on booze AND speed-yup. Horrible non-memories
Never blacked out, and never passed out. I have drinked (drank? drunk?) to excess but that was mostly in my college days. I’m amazed at how much I could drink in my college days — ahh, to be young and strong. But I never liked losing control, then or now. I’ve tossed cookies a couple of times, but that’s about it. And that feels terrible.