Mandy
I feel like the words are redundant at this point when I say I've never done this before, but as I hold tightly to Malcolm's arm and he walks me into the Lightning Bolt's executive suite high above the ice at Amalie Arena, I'm having a hard time coming up with anything else to say. All of the attention his mere presence garners leaves me a bit speechless.
The actual arena is gigantic, like a football stadium. Malcolm would say football stadiums are like hockey stadiums, but again, this is new to me. The executive suite reminds me of a man cave on steroids. Couches and chairs in clusters, a large kitchen area with an island full of food, and a bar with two bartenders ready for anything. There are some regular tables and other tall ones for standing. Beyond the perimeter is a balcony
