I, luckily, didn't have too bad of blackouts. I just would barely remember going to bed or making the conscious decision to go to bed. I would also, unintentionally, leave my alcohol glass around the house. I'd wake up the next morning, hungover as all hell and freak out when I'd see my glass of whatever I was drinking sitting there, out in the open on the dining room table. I'd freak out, hoping no one saw it or at least looked to see what was in there.