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Friday night, Rankin and I drove up to Madison to see Mitchell. We got up there around 9:30-10, and immediately went downtown to indulge ourselves with massive amounts of alcohol. We met up with a couple of Mitch’s friends, Matt and Sarah, and basically did shots and drank beer all night. Come closing time we parted ways with Mitch’s friends and started towards the car. Mitch ran into another acquaintance on the way to the car. His name is Wade, and he had a place just up the street. We all decided to go there and have more to drink, apparently we didn’t have enough at the bar. That proved to be untrue. As we were walking to Wade’s, Mitch was about twenty feet in front of Rankin and I. Mitch passed by these two black fellas, and one was wearing a Raiders jersey, number 34. In typical drunk Mitch fashion, he says, “How come it doesn’t say Woodson?” Mitch failed to realize that Charles Woodson was #24, and that guy was wearing a Bo Jackson jersey from 87. Well after Mitch said that he just kept walking. The two guys then passed us and “Mr. Jackson” was saying something back to Mitch. I think he was already out of earshot, but not out of ours. Rankin stops and the two are across the street now. Rankin then proceeds to tell those two to “Shut your fucking mouths and keep walking.” My attention was now on Rankin. “Mr. Jackson,” crosses the street, and gets in Rankin’s face. Shit, here we go again. I can’t have some asshole steal on one of my friends. So I came up and pushed his ass into the street to get him away from Rankin. I look at his friend, and he’s running at Rankin. I stepped in front of him and picked him up while 34 was by Rankin. I slammed his friend down on the street, and as soon as it started, it was over. They both kinda walked away. We then met back up with Mitch at Wade’s and told him what happened. As it turns out, Rankin took a couple shots to the face and gave some back. I had no idea that even happened. I thought nothing really happened, especially a fight between those two. I pushed dude, and he hits Rankin, what a bitch. It was about then in the story that I realized my necklace was gone. We went back down to the corner, and there it was on the ground, sweet. That about wraps up Friday night. Saturday, shit, my head was bangin. Way, way ,way too much to drink. We kinda stayed around the loft till I felt up to going out again. We went back downtown around 12:30-1, and had lunch at this Brewery called Angelic. The food was good, the staff sucked. After fiood ad advil, I felt 100% better. That night we met up with Mitch’s friend Jenny at the Union Terrace. There was some outdoor music event going on down there. The crowd was clearly into it. We were having fun though. On the way home from that, Mitch had to have a picture in front of the “Yummy Buffet.” We all went back to Jenny’s for a few minutes the went to a pizza place next door to her place around 2ish. After that she went home, we went to Mitch’s and called iit a night. Rankin and I got up and out of Madison by 10:30 Sunday morning. So there you go, I have not added much in awhile but that was a more detailed event.