Blacking out happens to the best of us. You wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, you have no idea where you are, and the panicked curiosity sets in shortly thereafter — “WTF did I do last night??”
The night started out pretty reasonably. You had two vodka shots here, a few whiskey cokes there, five beer bongs over there… Okay it’s starting to make sense now.
Piecing together a night of reckless debauchery is like trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube (while blindfolded and on acid). It might be fun for a little bit, but once the embarrassing flashbacks and phone calls from annoyed friends start flooding in, the shame takes over. So hopefully you’re the kind of blackout drunk who just tried to make out with a pizza, and not the kind who steals cop cars and marries that stripper in Tijuana. Whatever, #YOLO