Blackouts

Recently, I've been thinking about my youth. And more specifically, my youthful drinking stories. Unfortunately, I have a few. Some of them are very, very long. But don't worry, this one is short.

Put simply, there was a weekend where we went on a bit of a bender.

The first night, I drank so much that I could only remember the first half of the night. Try as I might, I couldn't remember any details about the last half of the night.

The second night, I drank so much that I could only remember the second half of the night. For some reason, the first half of the night was completely blank to me.

I thought this for years, until I was around twenty three and discussing it with a friend who'd been there that weekend. It turns out, we only drank one night, and that the events I remembered all happened on the same day. In other words, I remembered the night in its entirety. Also, I'd only had one drink, and spent much of the night entirely sober.

True story. Wonder what it says about me, though.