Deck 9, Cabin 9318

The pajama dash to the wrong cabin at 3am

All the corridors look the same at 3am when you have had too many drinks at the piano bar. I spent a solid four minutes trying to open cabin 9318 with my key card before the door opened from the inside and a very confused elderly man in a bathrobe asked if I was lost. I was on the wrong deck entirely. My cabin was 10318. The man was incredibly kind about it — said it happens at least once per cruise in his experience. He pointed me to the elevator and wished me goodnight. I have never been more embarrassed in my life. The next day I bought a bright orange luggage tag and attached it to my key card lanyard so I could see my deck number clearly. The casino should come with a navigation warning.