I was sitting at out table last night, almost falling asleep in my seat when a random woman comes up and kneels next me. She then asks me where my wife is. Now, not married here, havn't been to Vagas in a long time. She tells me that an hour before that she was at the bar talking to another woman who said she was my wife. I was in a very red shinny shirt with a loud and cool white tie. I don't think I was mistaken for anyone. The question remainds who this woman is and why she thinks she's married to me. Was an odd event...