Okay... Madison kicked ass. My first rush ever, my first time meeting Katie and Kelly, my first time seeing Curtis... also, some random chick on the street gave me free tickets for Saturday night. Granted, they were last row... but last row CENTER, thank you! One of my clearest memories of Madison is this sandwich shop down the street from the theatre called Radical Rye, and it had a big sign that said "Make Grilled Cheese Not War," and I thought it was terribly clever. I'm easily amused like that.