I agree with site1Q - the times when you woke up and knew what had happened right off the bat were worse than anything. At least a blackout left the hope that since you started the night alone and went to places where you didn't see any acquaintances, the embarrassments happened before strangers' eyes.
On the topic of sharing. Once, when 19 or 20, I went to the watering hole we used to hang out at with a group. Bartender was a fellow sports fan, so I sat there all evening, downing shot after beer after shot. When it was time to go, the bar stool was apparently too high to successfully dismount from. Face planted from a chair in a bar full of people. Anyone else had that ... ?
Feels good to be sober.