Waking up in a room after an all-nighter, completely unaware of where I was or how I got there. I didn’t even recognise the girl for about 10 minutes. Big night. When I eventually remember her name I had to ask her where I was and how long I’d been there. She confirmed. Then I asked her if she knew where my car was. It took me 25 minutes to find it after I’d slowly descended the stairs. Walked home. Only happened once and I’ve never let it happen again. Not naming girl or shop. She was the best I’ve ever had but went ape shit jealous and refused to see me a few months later later. True story.