It was an ordinary Friday night, the kind that breathes an air of liberating freedom that the week is finally over. You hit the local bar with your friends, the night is young, and there's an implicit pact that it's going to be a fun-filled one. You're in good spirits, drinks are pouring, laughter is echoing, and then... next thing you know, it's Saturday morning. You wake up in your own bed (thank goodness) with a throbbing headache and absolutely no memory of how you got home. You, my friend, just had a brush with 'blackout drinking.'