My ex and I thought we were going to have to endure a 3 day DC in the hot and humid heat in a southern city.
The steps were at a 45 degree angle and the uppermost seats weren't affected by the insufficient A/C system.
Instead of wrestling the steps with 2 small children, one an infant 6 months old we decided to make a pallet in the spacious hallway in an out-of-the way location along with other parents.
Within 10 minutes of the start of the boasting session, we were confronted by an overzealous snot-nosed punk attendant who had to be at least 17 years
old.
The little mustard-yellow shitting punk told us we had to go inside the auditorium because we couldn't be disturbing others by being in the hallway.
We gathered up our children, went back to the 'approved' motel, checked out (fortunately I had paid with a bank debit card), loaded
up our "pioneer" van and drove an hour to the beach and a nicer motel room that was cheaper than the 'WT approved' motel.
We stayed a week and enjoyed the DC immensely just as it should have been enjoyed....
We went AWOL.