Where are you?

What a waste.

As our Minnesota readers are sure to know (I have to specify, because we've gone worldwide, bitches) this spring has been unusually cool save the three or four days where temps crept into the upper 70s and lower 80s. The only problem has been that those warm days have fallen on the weekends.

Why is that a problem? Because there's no class on the weekends.

Now I've really gone insane. But let me finish.

There is a phenomenon in the arctic north some of you may have heard about. It's called "hot girl camp." For the unintiated, hot girl camp is the place where all the attractive ladies go in the winter to escape frost-bite and nippin out, only to return again in their tank tops and short shorts when the weather has taken a turn for the better.

The problem with the cool spring this year was that those evil camp counselors (who I can only imagine are hot camp alum, but now are wrinkly and leathery from too much time on the tanning bed) only let the hot girls out on maybe three different occasions all season. I'm guessing they're mad that they're not hot anymore, so they take it out on the guys on campus by holding out on the hotties. And now with classes over, and only finals weeks left before the mass exodus from Dinkytown, the only chance to get a look at 2007-08's hot camp class might be this weekend.

But I guess the hot girls (and the guys) aren't the only ones suffering from a cold spring.