90 degrees, 100% humidity at the local yacht club party. Metal roof pavilion, concrete floor, big shop fans blowing on a wild but happy crowd consuming barbeque and adult beverages along the edge of the Neches River. First time in my life I've ever owned and played a guitar about which I had no worries or concerns. I didn't even tote a guitar stand, just leaned it against the wall. Played great, sounded just fine, and is probably the best $130 I've ever spent on music equipment. All Hail the Beater!