Anterograde Amnesia

Last night was a good time. Or so they tell me. In my mind, I remember playing a round of kings, and then seeing people leave as the party ended, so a solid 2-3 hour chunk of my Sat night has gone AWOL. Luckily, after I woke up on his wet (because I spilled water on it) couch, Chris was around to fill me in on what I missed. Apparently, I was holding conversations, dancing, and helping him clean up afterwards. At one point, I paused and said, "I think I'm going to throw up." and then nonchalantly proceeded to go to the bathroom and do just that. He says my aim was pretty good, though he had to clean the toilet seat a little. Cringe*

This is the first time I've ever blacked out, and although everyone is semi-congratulating me, I'm actually pretty bothered. It's amazing to me that I was conscious and acting fairly normal, but none of this registered with my memory, as if I were on autopilot for a few hours last night. My inner control freak is flipping out about what I did and said. I guess it's a small comfort that I didn't do anything too crazy. Otherwise, I'm sure I would have heard about it by now.

After I got home and brushed my teeth for a long time, I looked up the wiki on blackouts. It looks like I had a textbook case of an en bloc blackout; as I read the article, I thought, check, check, yup did that too. It turns out that the speed at which you consume alcohol determines whether you black out, and I was downing some cranberry and vodkas at an efficient pace.

Remind me not to do that ever again.