Rex,
April first has become a tradition on the Lake. Anyone that can, skips out  
of work and we spend the day sailing and getting really, really drunk. It's  
always one of those days where you've had so much fun that going home at night  
becomes hard to do, a sure sign that summer is here. Then we all realize that 
we  have to get up and go to work the next day and reality slaps us on the  
face....hard. I hate going to work with a hangover.
 
Rummy