That's just your basic case of "Mistaken Room Identity" (MRI). I have been down that road way too many times. Guilty my first trip of knocking hard on a room late at night. Then I hear "Steve what are you doing!?". I said "Stupid Elyse all drunk and sleeping won't open the door." Laughter ensues, then "Steve your room is over there" Opps. And now, having gone 4 times in a 2.5 year period of time, I found it is very easy to just go back to whatever room I was in the previous trip. It's just like this never ending cycle of finally figuring out what room I am in by the end of the trip, then 6 months later returning to that room for the first 5 days of the current trip. Guess we can term this "Room Amnesia" (RA) In the case of your story, remember you always have the option to not claim your husband. Elyse like to tell me that one day she will just be like "Nope never seen him before" .
