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Discuss amongst yourselves - May 23

In your lifetime, can you recall a May two-four weekend where the weather wasn't absolute crap?

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Anonymous said…
Actually, a few years ago I celebrated the May 2-4 on a wonderful Saturday night at the Madison before it went down the toilet.
Anonymous said…
I can recall 2 May long weekends with nice weather -- 1999 (I was in Geneva) and 2000 (I was in Seoul, South Korea).

Blah...Canadian Spring sucks!
Anonymous said…
Well, if you're going to get all miss-fancy-pants-world-traveller on us, I'll trump you by saying that May long weekend is always toasty on Mercury.
kris said…
Apparently it isn't just Canada. They're calling for rain here as well . . .

Murr.
Just_A_Rat said…
Actually, the May 2-4 13 years ago was nice.

I was just in the process of meeting my now-wife and we did some "camping" with a large group up in Wasaga beach. Beautiful all three days, unless I am seeing it through rose-coloured glasses.
Anonymous said…
I liked the weather this weekend...only because I wasn't in a tent. (= ATLEAST there was no snow. I remember spending May 24 huddled in a tent freezing my arse off...clearly there wasn't enough booze to keep me warm! hehee

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