When I reached the appropriate floor and hallway, I saw that their door was cracked and I heard the TV playing loudly. To be polite, I knocked and when I received no response I slowlypushed the door open to find an empty room and Jerry Springer playing loudly. Springer seemed completely out of character but maybe they stepped out to give me privacy? I sent a text "hey, I'm here, do you want me to leave the door cracked?" After a minute of no response I figured "screw it, I'm jumping in the shower". The shower was marvelous and when I stepped onto the bathmat I noticed that I had a message "no, we are here". So I wrote back "you're kidding right?" By that time I had dressed and as I opened the door, the maid was in the doorway hand up as if she was about to come in "are you checking out?" She said in broken English. I suddenly had the sinking feeling that I was in the wrong hotel. Shit, I never asked what the name of the hotel was. I quickly mumbled "yes, I'm leaving" and briskly walked to the elevator as my phone rang. My friend said "we are here, where are you?" It was then that I decided this elevator is taking too long. Fuck it and tore down the stairs as if I had just robbed a bank.
When I finally made it to the correct hotel (on the backside of the one I trespassed in) we had a good laugh over my accidental infraction. I'm probably the most unintentional criminal ever with my several counts of trespassing, one website hacked and other things that won't be named being committed without malice. For all my zeal as a fugitive from the status quo, that angst has always been against society and culture but not so much legalities. While I still feel that many of them are there for the greater good, this experience put a little fire in my veins for adventure and coloring outside all the lines.