Here are some of the hottest days I remember:
-When I was about 9, my family spent the day at Wet N Wild, a water park in Dallas. My toes got raw from running around barefoot all day and left little blood prints on the hot concrete.
-My wedding day: outdoors, late June in the Chicago suburbs, me wearing a many-layered dress, going inside occasionally to stand over the air conditioner vent that was on the floor
-My college graduation: sitting in the sun for a couple hours, wearing a back polyester cap and gown. So humid.
-The time Matt and Jill and I drove to Summerfest (2003) in Milwaukee to watch a Wilco concert. So many sweaty people stuck to each other.
We got really familiar with that yellow shirted guy and his armpits
On the other hand, here are some of the coldest days:
-My freshman year at BYU, for extra credit in my political science class, I did exit polling during the fall 1994 election. A team of three or four of us drove out to the small town of Magna, Utah and asked people to fill out paper surveys as they exited the polling station in a school. We took turns warming up in the vestibule, and every so often, we had to go to a pay phone and call in the data we had gathered.
-When I said goodbye to my parents as Matt and I moved from Illinois to Texas; it was about five degrees outside at 6am, and my tears froze on my cheeks.
-When we rented a room from an old lady in Vernazza, Italy. We asked her how to turn on the heat, and she was like, "Yeah, there's no heat. You'll be fine." But in Italian and an improvised sort of sign language, so maybe there actually was heat and we missed the message. Even though it was April, it was really cold, especially after I took a bath in that tiny tub where I couldn't even extend my legs, and Matt had to pour a bowl of cold water over my head to rinse my hair. Then I got under the covers and shivered.