All I choose to remember about April are Spring Weekend 2008 and especially 2009 at UConn. I believe 2009 was the one that had deep summer feel. But it was certainly spring like in ‘08.
Oozeball on the South Quad, Sundresses as far as the eye could see, and sweat dripping during beer pong and dancing.
Those were the days. I’ll never forget the dress my now wife wore during that second spring weekend, and how I practically gave up drinking that Sunday morning after way too much rum. Never got close to X Lot.
That’s April to me.