When the two of us decided to system a surprise birthday celebration for our parents, our oldest sibling volunteered to take care of the guest list, invitations and hiring a live band.
My other sibling offered to handle the catering and flowers.
This left myself and others with nothing to do however book a stadium. As the youngest, our siblings don’t expect much from me. They typically assume I’m going to mess things up. I was determined to prove them wrong. I made a list of the amenities that were necessary for the stadium I chose. I looked for a stadium that could handle our guest list, deliver plenty of parking and include a dance floor. I wanted an indoor and outdoor area, string lights, particularly accessible parking, comfortable seating and a bar area. I put in tons of research, toured the weird options and spoke with all of the directors about pricing and available dates. Unblessedly, I timed all our visits while the two of us were in the Springtime when the weather was mild. My mom and dad’s birthday celebration was tied up for the end of June. All of us experienced unusually tepid and humid weather, with temperatures in the low nineties. While the two of us were setting up the decorations and flowers, the stadium was horribly boiling and sticky. I had no luck finding the temperature control to crank up the A/C. I finally asked the property director about lowering the temperature and was told that the stadium is not equipped with central A/C. Although the two of us left the doors and windows open and ran box fans, the conditioners were uncomfortably hot. My mom and dad assured myself and others that it wasn’t a problem. Both our siblings were unhappy with me.