Walking upstairs

This past weekend was quite a whirlwind of days. My boyfriend and I went driving down south to see his family, which was a huge event for us. His family get togethers are epic; dozens of distant family members get together and boogie down for all hours of the night. There is tons of food to go around, the whole shindig is professionally DJed, and there are even photo booths for documenting the event. The difficult part about the whole party was getting there and back! We live very far away from where the party was hosted, so there was no option except to stop and stay with my inlaws during our travels. Normally I love to see them and stay at their house, but this time it was a bit… heated. As we walked into the house, I thought it felt delightfully cool and dry on the lower level. We had dinner and chatted in the living room, where the central AC was keeping the indoor air quality wonderfully comfortable compared to the hot and humid outdoor air conditions. I was more than ready to lay down for bed at the end of the night, but when we walked upstairs to retire, the air was at least 20 degrees hotter than downstairs. I thought that the upper level must have inherently collected hot air, so we simply adjusted the thermostat to a lower air temperature. Two hours later, however, we hadn’t received any relief from the hot air. We spent the night sweating profusely without any semblance of AC in our bedroom, and woke up exhausted. It was only after we left that my in laws sent a text apologizing for the broken AC upstairs.