If you are a drinker like I am at some point you will have a night or two or three that you don’t remember. You may tell yourself you hope you can remember at least at some point in time. Trust me when I say if you blacked out, chances are you don’t want to remember what happened and if you were with someone, they’ll let you know anyway what you don’t remember.
I have several nights that I don’t remember. I have blogged about them before but I thought they were perfect for this blog to be retold. I think blacking out is more than your body just saying “Hey you drank a HELL OF A LOT of alcohol” I believe it’s your bodies way of saying “Dude, I’m fixing to make you do some shit you are not going to want to remember in the morning, TRUST ME!”
The first time I experienced this was when I lived in the dorms at my first base. Me and my room mate had been partying for a week. Now when I say a week I mean we started on a Friday, drank till we passed out, woke up ate, started drinking again till we passed out Sun. Did the same again, went to work Mon, came home drank till 3am, slept, went to work Tues came home drank, so on and so on till Friday night then drank till we passed out Sat. Woke up ate, drank some more then it happened. Sometime Sun morning I blacked out. When I woke up I was lying on the floor, my room mate was on the floor, a chic was in between us and she was blowing me. I have no idea how we ended up like that and I have no idea what happened and I’m not sure I want to know.
The second time I was in Korea. I arrived on my birthday. Me and a buddy decided to go eat and see the town. We were in Osan. It was around 3pm. I ordered a small bottle of so-ju. Everyone said I had to have my so-ju experience. I try and think “hmm, this is nothing, it’s like vodka” well so-ju is made from phermeldahide, the stuff they embolm you with. So that becomes the only drink I order at every bar I go to. Well, finally at 10:30pm I remember the time because I looked at my watch, I asked the juicy girl what was in the shot she wanted me to buy her. She said “juice” I said you want me to pay $5 for a shot of juice? I don’t think so, if I’m paying that, there will be liquor in it or I’m not buying it” That is the last thing I remember from that night. Now let me set up the next day for you. I had a 7:30am meeting with the group commander to show me around tent city. I woke up lying on my stomach, with an empty trash can by the bed. I had no clue where I was. I’m starting to freak out. It was 6:30am and I had no idea if I was in a hotel room downtown or on base or where. Luckily my buddy walked in and I realized we were in our billitting room. For 3 days I wanted to throw up so bad but couldn’t. I made it to my appointment on time, the commander never said anything and was nice and showed me around. I think he expected it.
Then there was after 9-11. I was on my way to the desert. We had a stop in UAE. Again it’s my birthday. Funny how I always deploy on my birthday. I’m with several people Im deploying with and my commander. We are at the bar by the hotel. They are buying me beers for my birthday. Needless to say we leave and I’m am toasted. Me, a buddy, and another chic we are deploying with go back to her room. We have like 2 hrs before we have to meet the taxi to get to our plane for the rest of the trip. I decide I need to to go to my room to shower and have my buddy help me find it because that damn hotel was a circle. Literally the halls were a circle and very confusing especially drunk. Well I made it but after awhile I got worried I would pass out and miss the taxi so I thought I’ll go back to my buddies room so I can make sure I make it to the taxi on time. Why I thought I could find it when I couldn’t find my own room I don’t know. Well I didn’t find it and I thought I sat on a bench in the hallway and didn’t remember anything else till I woke up, looked at my watch, saw it was 5:30 and bolted. Only I ran out a door into the hallway, to the elevator, to the taxi but everone had already left. DAMN. Luckily they left me a taxi and it met their taxi at the base and I jumped in with them. Well in my rush I forgot to pay for my hotel room. Oops. They asked where I was. Well I remembered running out of the room into the hallway so I said my room. My commander said I was not. They had the manager open my room and I wasn’t there. Damn. Who’s room was I in? I do not know and still can not remember.
So those are my stories of blacking out. Do you have any blacking out stories? If not and you drink I’m telling you now at some point you will, trust me.