This happened to me a few weeks ago. I only just found out what happened this night a few days ago. All things considered, I'm probably lucky it didn't turn out worse, but it was still pretty shitty.
So one Friday, a couple buddies and I decided to chill out by taking some bars. My memory of the whole day is pretty fucked up, but I think we were going hard on the bars for a day or two before this. Somehow throughout the day we each probably took AT LEAST 5 bars (which would equal a minimum of 10mg each 8(). By the time evening rolled around we were well fucked up. Somehow we got in contact with some other friends and all came to the conclusion we were going out clubbing that night. I remember being in 7/11 buying a 4 Loko, and then next thing I know I'm back at my friend's house chugging it. And when I say chug, I mean we were all really gulping these things down. Somewhere in this timeframe, one of our other friends who was going out with us arrived. I guess the only thing I said to him was, "I'm getting some pussy tonight!!" I don't remember him showing up or anything lol...
Fast forward and we're out on the street downtown. Apparently we drove there after the aforementioned friend left us to pick someone up. We were supposed to go with him, but when he tried to get us to leave, we all just stood around chugging our Lokos. None of us remember the drive. I remember jumping from one club to another. I sat down at a table and bought this girl a drink and myself a beer. I chugged that beer in probably under a minute without realizing it. Black out again. According to witnesses, we tried to get into VIP and got denied, so we left to go to another bar. I guess I was pissed off because I thought I was gonna hook up with a girl there, and I wouldn't shut up about it all night. I don't remember mentioning it once.
As we got to this other bar, shit goes seriously downhill. The only memory I have from this part of the night is falling on my ass hard. I remember feeling myself falling backwards and I just couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. Well I guess not too long afterwards, the three of us who were seriously barred out/drunk sat down at a table. Two of us (me being one of them) passed out on the table right in the middle of the bar. We were literally sleeping on the table. The only one of us who was still awake was still telling me to "shut up, you weren't about to get any pussy." Then shortly after, he passed out on the table too. So we were all asleep for an unknown amount of time, and at some point they had to kick us out. It took us a good 5 minutes to walk out of the bar and we were swaying so hard and looked so fucked up, people walking by us were looking at us like they were appalled. Somehow we got out though and, I don't know how this happened, but we all three ended up face down in the gutter!
One of our other friends was forced to take care of us that night and he was pissed as fuck about it (he was also drunk). He found us all passed out in the gutter and had to take us to the car. I was the only one conscious in the car and he was yelling at me pissed as fuck, saying things like, "This shit has got to stop, no more of this shit." Talking about us using bars and being stupid... Another black out (I may have fallen asleep again).
Next thing I know I'm driving home. Somehow I convinced myself I wasn't that fucked up and could drive just fine. I had to give one of my other barred out comrades a ride home. I got maybe a mile before wrecking my car on a left-hand turn. Just crashed straight into the guardrail. My front tires were all fucked up. My friend is next to me still passed out, didn't even react to me crashing. I start making a bunch of calls trying to get my shit together. Eventually I got a hold of my dad and he had to come do everything for me since I was just not coherent enough. I remember I kept saying "I swear I only had 2 drinks!" It was probably pretty obvious that I was much more fucked up than that. We were out there for a good hour and a half at 4 in the morning but I don't remember anything other than saying that. A tow truck came and took my car away, and my dad had to drop off my other fucked up friend and take me home. I don't remember the ride home or getting home.
The next day was a frantic shit storm of trying to find out just what happened the night before. Like I said though, it wasn't until weeks later that I found out what really happened. I couldn't believe it honestly. I remember nothing from that night, just random snippets of strange events.
Seriously people, stay away from benzos for recreational purposes. I was being reckless as fuck even though I didn't realize it. Black outs are seriously no fun, and it's way too easy for bad shit to happen. I don't think I've used benzos since that night. I really don't have much of a desire too either...