I once got drunk in one state and woke up in another state the next morning.
I was at my Dad's house in Virginia the day before twenty-second birthday, I got utterly trashed that night on Jack Daniels and Jameson that I blacked out and woke up the next morning in Tennessee.
Granted, we were going to spend the weekend in the Tri-Cities (specifically to do some shopping in Kingsport and Bristol and then spend the night camping at Eastman Park) and I woke up in the front seat of my Dad's car, but still, I was able to down that much liquor that I don't even know how I got into the car before I blacked out.