It takes some work to make a night truly a mystery. You gotta put effort into that level of intoxication. You gotta have a purpose. It takes an expertise when you can make it even longer periods. I have entire years that are kinda fuzzy. I mean, they tell me that I had a good time, but I legit have gaps in my memory - large gaps, sometimes some significant occasions. I have entire countries that are kinda fuzzy. I spent two weeks in Japan. I barely remember any of it. I couldn't talk to anyone once I got out of range of the hotel. So, I stayed there in the hotel, pretty much never leaving my room, getting shitfaced. I got roaringly drunk and I must have behaved myself well enough, so I know most of it was spent right there in my hotel room. I had stuff, so I must have ventured out into the city at some point. I had like presents to bring back to people and not one memory of buying them. I should add that I had also managed to sneak a whole lot of Xanax across the border. I just printed up my own label and stuck it on the bottle. That helps explain why Japan is more or less still a mystery to me.