I don't miss blackouts - that's for certain.
Going out to the car in the morning to make sure, if it was, in fact, in my garage (which wasn't always a given since the barkeeps would take away my car key if they thought I was to drunk to drive the 1.2 mile distance to my home) was a scary endeavor.
I lived in fear about what I might find on the front part of my car.
Mercifully, I never hit anything but a street sign or 2.
But I sure talked to a lot of people that I forgot about (but that they didn't similarly forget).