I’m 70 and I’ve been badly drunk a few times (when I was young). But I’ve never been so drunk that I wouldn’t recognize my own house or apartment if and when I walked up to the front door, or mistake someone else’s for mine. Not even close. I don’t think it’s possible. That’s why I’m calling BS on this BS police version of what happened that night.
Your wits are sharper than most then. But drunk or sober, it has happened.