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It was a brisk night in Madison on April 21, 2006. Craig and I arrived in “Mad-Towne” around 9:30 that night, and we went straight to Mitch and Matt’s. Once in their neighborhood, I was yelled at by someone to “LEARN HOW TO DRIVE A STICK!” I was in a puddle and my tires chirped out of it. My car is an automatic, and he is retarded. Mitch greeted us outside and led us into the house. Once inside I saw Matt, sitting on the couch playing golf on the NES. We had to wait for Mitch for almost two hours while he got ready for the evening. “I just like to look good for the college chicks” he proclaimed. After Mitch finished primping we picked up Jennifer and hit downtown. We started off at State Street Brats where Mitch said let’s get shots; I said I wasn’t doing shots. Four shots later we had Tequila, Jager, McGillicutty, and some pineapple vodka shot, with beer in between, lots, and lots and lots of beer. Mitch got a picture with some of the oldest timers in the bar and then we went upstairs to sit by the Cap’n. We then left for Amy’s pub or bar or tavern, not sure which but it had some nice outdoor seating where a couple dudes fell onto and knocked over the railing. It was around 11:30 then and I was straight fucked up with no end in sight, mostly because everything in sight was blurry. I knew I had come to that fine line between drunk and useless bastard, so I leapt forward with no regard for my well being. Come 12:30 we were drinking Sierra Nevada and pushing each other into to passers bye. We seemed to be invisible to them, as they were too busy talking about foreign affairs and hating Bush to have any fun. I guess most people in Madison are fragile, pacifist, conscientious objectors. I did not know that. I did find one person I managed to piss off at Paul’s Club because she barged into a conversation that Mitch, Blake and I were having and I said something along the lines of, “Just because you overheard our conversation does not mean you have an invitation to come in and voice your opinion. Go away.” Here is Mitch holding her at bay and telling her, “He didn’t mean that,” while she is drunk pointing, and calling me an asshole. I’m not an asshole, am I? Blake gave her the “look at this girl” thumb and she flipped me off. Fuck her. Blake showed up a little before that girl was rude and had a few drinks with us and thankfully drove us all home. Craig sat down with a couple girls and it looks like he is saying “I know, I hate it when strange men just sit down and talk to me too.” The girl in the red is pretty much laughing at him while the other is trying to keep a straight face. Before Blake took us home, we walked across the street for some late night pizza at Ian’s Pizzeria. After Pizza, we found Blake’s car and he took us all home. On the way Mitch asked Jennifer if she wanted to come over but not in “THAT” way. Nice Mitch. Blake dropped off Jennifer, and then took us back to Mitch’s. I guess he didn’t drop us off directly in front of Mitch’s house because I spent about two minutes leaning on and banging the shit out of some poor fuck’s front door thinking It was Mitch’s. It had a for sale sign in the front yard that Mitch drunkenly kicked in, then proceeded to run away like someone other than us saw him do it. We eventually made it upstairs and instead of doing the right thing and throwing up, I passed out. I paid for that in the morning. I woke up dizzy as fuck and could barely stand. While I was struggling with my vertigo, Craig just kept saying “He-Man pee pants.” I still don’t know what the fuck he meant by that. That’s Craig I guess. I managed to get to the bathroom and throw up my Pepperoni Pizza I ate the night before and a little alcohol to boot. I have not thrown up since my 24th birthday I had in Des Moines with Broox and Mitch. I hope you had a good night Mitch because I paid for it in full Saturday.

Here are the rest of the pics.

Per Jennifer’s Request, Dancin’ Rick.