I've been obliterated drunk many times in my life and not only have I never blacked out, I can always later remember in detail what happened during said drunkenness. People are wired up differently. Some people get mean, some get silly, some cry and some black out.
Yeah, I rarely (if ever) blacked out and couldn't remember stuff and I binged drank about every weekend I was at college for 4 straight years (and some after). There was a joke in my fraternity that if I got really **** faced, I would sleep walk, but most of the brothers just said I talked/mumbled in my boxers, they told me to go back to bed and I did (and realize my bed was a loft, so I had to climb up). That only happened twice as far as I know.
For instance, I remember CLEARLY a night as a freshman my friends and I got a hold of a liter of cheap (plastic bottle) vodka. I had some cola and my 2 friends and I did shots of vodka with coke chasers (that was common in 1988). I remember CLEARLY we got up to 12-13 shots before friend #1 got sick and puked on my freshman dorm floor. Not good. If you can believe it, I cleaned it up, drunk as I was (I remember CLEARLY thinking this is going to be easier drunk off my *** than tomorrow morning).
I also remember friend #2 and myself were ELATED that friend #1 puked because he had yet to puke that semester and said he "never would". In fact, we had a board up on my freshman wall that counted how many times we drank and puked.
After cleaning up the puke, laughing at the guy and just plain acting like 18 year old *****, Friend #2 got sick. In his room down the hall. In a bucket. I remember laughing at him too.
Finally, it was my turn. I couldn't sleep in my room (friend #1). I couldn't sleep in friend #1's room because he was roommated with friend #2 (and I didn't want to be around puke). So I went downstairs to the lounge to sleep on a sofa. I thought I was good and wasn't going to puke, but the minute I layed down, the saliva thing happened and I got sick in a trashcan down in the lounge of my freshman dorm.
Let's just say I stayed away from vodka for the rest of my college life (and I still don't like vodka).
Now I am 49 years old. And this happened in fall of 1988. I would even guess it happened in October.
How can I remember this much detail about that night? I mean, it's clear as day and I was arguably as drunk as I've ever been (I weighed 120 lbs. as a freshman and had 12-13 shots of vodka in about 2-3 hours).
What I don't remember? Friend #1's full name. I can see him in my head. I can imagine him. I don't think he stayed at Lehigh for the entire time and we didn't keep in touch after freshmen dorm. Friend #2 and I were good friends throughout college but don't keep in touch now. I know his first/last name and what his home town was.
This logic she can't remember who drove her home is nonsense. This idea anyone that drank a lot in college "blacked out" (and you KNOW what they are trying to get to is he blacked out and didn't remember what he could/couldn't have done sexually to someone) is bullshit. I know because I drank more than Kavanaugh and I would bet my life on it.