Everything is About to Change… Again.

AKA: Adventures in Humid Hotel Ballrooms

The air in the room was dense and hot. With every inhale, my lungs felt slow and sticky. It felt more akin to drinking molasses than it did breathing. The “Crown Ballroom” A/C conceded defeat as it fought to cool 100+ extra souls than planned for, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder around circular banquet tables. I stood against the temporary wall in the back…