This is my Mom's recipe, she made it for Thanksgiving last year and it turned out amazing. This is how she makes it in her own words:
I always make sauce the day before to let the flavors blend together better. Then use it cold in the recipe the next day. This recipe makes one 9x12 pan. When I make it, I double or triple the recipe.
Sauce (Day Before):
Ingredients:
2 tbs. olive oil
1 celery heart – 5-6 small stalks
¾ - 1 cup chopped onion
½ cup bell pepper
1 clove fresh garlic or 1 tsp., minced
30 oz. or so of tomato sauce(use more if you like a saucy lasagna)
2 tbs. parsley flakes
2 tbs. sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. pepper
1 tsp. basil
1 tsp. oregano
Directions:
- Dice celery, onion, bell pepper & garlic and saute in olive oil for 10 minutes on low in large pot.
- Add tomato sauce and the rest of the ingredients and cook on low.
- Stir sauce every 5-10 minutes. For 1-2 hours. The longer you cook it, the more the flavors will marry.
- You must stay close by and stir regularly or the sauce will burn on the bottom.
- Remove from heat and cool before putting in the fridge to store overnight.
Lasagna (Next Day):
Ingredients:
1 lb. ground beef
1 lb. sweet Italian or any type sausage you like
3 cups ricotta cheese
½ - 1 cup grated Parmesan
1 cup mozzarella
½ cup provolone
½ cup Romano
1 - 8 oz. pkg. lasagna noodles
Directions:
- Put lasagna noodles on in large pot of salted water with a little olive oil.
- Cook on low, just boiling so you have less chance of noodles breaking apart.
- Cook only to Al Dante – not hard in the center, 10 minutes or so (they will cook more in the oven).
- Drain in a large colander.
- Return to pot and pour cool water over noodles.
- Drain again. This removes excess starch so they won’t stick together.
- In a large sauce pan, cook ground beef and sausage, breaking it apart as you go cook.
Assemble Lasagna:
- In a large flat baking dish, approximately 9x12, start layering all of your ingredients.
- You start with sauce, then the noodles, ground meat, cheeses.
- Continue layering until you run out of noodles.
- Ideally, you should have 3-4 layers when you are finished.
- Finish with noodles, sauce, then cheese.
- Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour then check every 15 minutes until it is golden brown on top and sauce is bubbling.
- Make sure you let it rest and cool down for 15 minutes to ½ hour before serving or it will break apart when you serve it.
- Enjoy!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The Pre-Matty Experience - Meeting Jason White
My first year at Front Range Community College in the '96-'97 school year did not go very well. Although I was able to handle the classes just fine, I was bored and had no friends to share the college experience with. When complaining about this situation to my parents they had suggested that I go out of state to Oklahoma Christian University because many of the new college kids at their church went there and enjoyed it. I wasn't extremely excited about going to a Christian school, but the appeal of leaving the state and having a better college experience influenced me to do it.
Not wanting to go alone I had talked to one of my best friends, Corey Biesiada, and he decided to also go there even though he didn't like the fact it was a Christian college either. In August of 1997 we packed up my '81 Toyota Corolla station wagon, aka the 'Hoopty", and drove down to Edmond Oklahoma. Edmond is right outside Oklahoma City and a 12 hour drive from Denver. We decided to drive over night because driving during the day in August in a car with no AC or power anything was not very appealing.
We arrived at OCU and moved into our dorm, I was surprised how fast we made friends with people in the dorm. Within a couple of weeks we had a good size group of friends going on, between 8 and 10. In September the school started an intramural sport of flag football. The rules were simple, flag football with 5 players: QB, rusher/blocker, and 3 receivers. Being the biggest guy, 6'2" and weighing 450 lbs at the time, I of course was the rusher/blocker. Our team sucked, not just a little either, we were horrible and should have been banned from the games. Our second game was against a team of seniors that took pity on us and offered to give us some tips and training. We all jumped at the opportunity and the following Saturday we meet them on the field of battle. They wanted us to start out in defense and we would play a game, as we played if they saw something we were doing wrong they would point it out and then we would all practice it.
Everyone was setting up for the first play and I was standing behind the football ready to rush whoever they got to block me. While I was standing there I was watching the Seniors in their huddle and was wondering what kind of play takes this long to go over. Later I was told that they were not setting up a play, instead they were arguing over who was going to block the gargantuan freshman that was offered to them as a rusher. This is how I remember I was told the conversation went,
"Jason, you block him."
"I don't wanna block him! He'll kill me! Make Shane do it."
"Shane has to run for the ball."
"I've got a bad knee, I can't block him."
"That's why you have to block. You can't run for the ball."
"You all suck!"
Standing there watching this happen, I had no idea they were arguing about who my blocker was going to be. When they broke up the guy walking towards me that was chosen to be the blocker was half my size. Not short or small by any means, about 5'9", 200 lbs, and strong. But, compared to my fat ass, he was small. As he was walking to me with a look of uneasiness on his face, all I could think was, 'I'm gonna kill this guy!'
I thought it would not be a nice thing to kill or injure one of the guys that was helping us out. But, being the nice guy I am, I could not give up the opportunity to fuck with him a little bit. Everyone got into their respective positions, Jason knelt down to the ball to hike it when he hears the signal, and I got down into my lineman stance with one hand on the ground and started growling like a rabid dog with the best angry face I could muster at the time. Jason had an apprehensive look and I thought he was probably guessing that he was much faster then me and how to avoid me at all costs when I rushed him. I was imagining him thinking, 'Fuck the quarterback, he's on his own!'
"Hut, Hut, Hike!"
Jason hiked the ball, cringed slightly, and I just stood up and we both stood there staring at each other for a second. Then I smiled, held out my hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Matt."
Jason shook my hand and replied with relief, "Hi, I'm Jason. Thanks for not killing me."
We both stood there talking as everyone else was playing the game around us. If first impressions are important in remembering a person, then I guaranteed that Jason would not forget me. Needless to say, after that day we became best friends, which he told me later that he made himself a promise to not make friends with freshman that year, but I destroyed that promise. I'm glad he broke the promise to himself because we have been the best of friends for the past 13 years and counting with no end in site. Right now Jason lives in Ohio, to far away for me but he likes it there, and we talk via phone and Facebook. When we get together though the town better watch out, the crazy bro's have hit the street and all hell will break loose. ;p
Love ya bro! Thanks for all the years of friendship and get your ass to Denver so we can hang out hehehe.
Not wanting to go alone I had talked to one of my best friends, Corey Biesiada, and he decided to also go there even though he didn't like the fact it was a Christian college either. In August of 1997 we packed up my '81 Toyota Corolla station wagon, aka the 'Hoopty", and drove down to Edmond Oklahoma. Edmond is right outside Oklahoma City and a 12 hour drive from Denver. We decided to drive over night because driving during the day in August in a car with no AC or power anything was not very appealing.
We arrived at OCU and moved into our dorm, I was surprised how fast we made friends with people in the dorm. Within a couple of weeks we had a good size group of friends going on, between 8 and 10. In September the school started an intramural sport of flag football. The rules were simple, flag football with 5 players: QB, rusher/blocker, and 3 receivers. Being the biggest guy, 6'2" and weighing 450 lbs at the time, I of course was the rusher/blocker. Our team sucked, not just a little either, we were horrible and should have been banned from the games. Our second game was against a team of seniors that took pity on us and offered to give us some tips and training. We all jumped at the opportunity and the following Saturday we meet them on the field of battle. They wanted us to start out in defense and we would play a game, as we played if they saw something we were doing wrong they would point it out and then we would all practice it.
Everyone was setting up for the first play and I was standing behind the football ready to rush whoever they got to block me. While I was standing there I was watching the Seniors in their huddle and was wondering what kind of play takes this long to go over. Later I was told that they were not setting up a play, instead they were arguing over who was going to block the gargantuan freshman that was offered to them as a rusher. This is how I remember I was told the conversation went,
"Jason, you block him."
"I don't wanna block him! He'll kill me! Make Shane do it."
"Shane has to run for the ball."
"I've got a bad knee, I can't block him."
"That's why you have to block. You can't run for the ball."
"You all suck!"
Standing there watching this happen, I had no idea they were arguing about who my blocker was going to be. When they broke up the guy walking towards me that was chosen to be the blocker was half my size. Not short or small by any means, about 5'9", 200 lbs, and strong. But, compared to my fat ass, he was small. As he was walking to me with a look of uneasiness on his face, all I could think was, 'I'm gonna kill this guy!'
I thought it would not be a nice thing to kill or injure one of the guys that was helping us out. But, being the nice guy I am, I could not give up the opportunity to fuck with him a little bit. Everyone got into their respective positions, Jason knelt down to the ball to hike it when he hears the signal, and I got down into my lineman stance with one hand on the ground and started growling like a rabid dog with the best angry face I could muster at the time. Jason had an apprehensive look and I thought he was probably guessing that he was much faster then me and how to avoid me at all costs when I rushed him. I was imagining him thinking, 'Fuck the quarterback, he's on his own!'
"Hut, Hut, Hike!"
Jason hiked the ball, cringed slightly, and I just stood up and we both stood there staring at each other for a second. Then I smiled, held out my hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Matt."
Jason shook my hand and replied with relief, "Hi, I'm Jason. Thanks for not killing me."
We both stood there talking as everyone else was playing the game around us. If first impressions are important in remembering a person, then I guaranteed that Jason would not forget me. Needless to say, after that day we became best friends, which he told me later that he made himself a promise to not make friends with freshman that year, but I destroyed that promise. I'm glad he broke the promise to himself because we have been the best of friends for the past 13 years and counting with no end in site. Right now Jason lives in Ohio, to far away for me but he likes it there, and we talk via phone and Facebook. When we get together though the town better watch out, the crazy bro's have hit the street and all hell will break loose. ;p
Love ya bro! Thanks for all the years of friendship and get your ass to Denver so we can hang out hehehe.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Matty's Sausage Ramen Recipe
This is a cheap and easy recipe that I just made tonight at work with what I had at the moment. It turned out pretty yummy and so I wanted to share it with you all.
Ingredients:
1 pkg Pre-Cooked Sausage Links
1 pkg Ramen Noodles
1/4 cup Stuffing Mix
1/4 cup Shredded Cheese
Directions:
- Cut pre-cooked sausage links into bit size
- Put pre-cooked sausage and ramen into a bowl and fill with water
- Microwave on high for 5 mins or until noodles are soft
- Drain most of the water, added ramen seasoning, and stir
- Add stuffing mix and stir until it soaks up the extra hot water
- Add shredded cheese and mix
- Enjoy!
Ingredients:
1 pkg Pre-Cooked Sausage Links
1 pkg Ramen Noodles
1/4 cup Stuffing Mix
1/4 cup Shredded Cheese
Directions:
- Cut pre-cooked sausage links into bit size
- Put pre-cooked sausage and ramen into a bowl and fill with water
- Microwave on high for 5 mins or until noodles are soft
- Drain most of the water, added ramen seasoning, and stir
- Add stuffing mix and stir until it soaks up the extra hot water
- Add shredded cheese and mix
- Enjoy!
Motivation To Workout Again!
Hello everyone, I have reached a time in my life where I realize the importance of exercise and have rediscovered my motivation to workout. I don't want to be huge like Arnold Schwarzenegger, or as my Mom calls him...Her Arnie. I also don't think I will get ripped like an underwear model, which is fine by me because I see those people and mindless drones of beauty that just make everyone else feel bad about themselves. I just want to lose weight, have more energy, and the athletic ability to do some of the things I have always wanted to do like rock climbing, snow boarding, sports with friends, white water rafting, canoeing down a river, etc...
My life has become a stagnate scheduled event that consists of work, school, stocks, and the occasional night out with a friend or my brother. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with my friends and brother. But, I would also love to have a larger range of options opened to me of events I can do. Right now I would love to go to a beach, but the thought of taking off my shirt makes that unobtainable. I want to get to a point where I can take off my shirt and not feel like crawling into a hole while apologizing to everyone around me for exposing them to such a horrible sight.
Wish me luck in my workouts, words of encouragement are welcome, and anyone that wishes to join me for one of the workouts they are very welcome.
My life has become a stagnate scheduled event that consists of work, school, stocks, and the occasional night out with a friend or my brother. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with my friends and brother. But, I would also love to have a larger range of options opened to me of events I can do. Right now I would love to go to a beach, but the thought of taking off my shirt makes that unobtainable. I want to get to a point where I can take off my shirt and not feel like crawling into a hole while apologizing to everyone around me for exposing them to such a horrible sight.
Wish me luck in my workouts, words of encouragement are welcome, and anyone that wishes to join me for one of the workouts they are very welcome.
The Matty Experience - 04/28/2010
Last week my friend Don had a birthday and on his day off, Wednesday, I told him we would hang out and have some fun. I told him to call me when he woke up, apparently the day started with Don not being able to sleep and he called me around 10 am. He only got a couple of hours of sleep after working all night. So, I told him to meet me on the Auraria campus in the Tivoli at noon for lunch. We both live in Denver, Colorado.
Noon rolled around and I was sitting at the food court of the Tivoli when Don showed up. We knew that it would be a good day as we sat there watching the hot ladies of the Auraria campus walking bye. As we were discussing the bonuses of warm weather on female clothing and deciding which is better, tight jeans or mini dresses, my brother showed up. My brother, Adam, is also a student at CU Denver, he is a literature major and is a writer. I decided that if I was going to be drinking for the rest of the day that my choice in food for lunch doesn't have to be that healthy, so I went with a McDonald's Big Mac and some nuggets with BBQ sauce. I gave my fries to Don, I needed some calories for the day, but not THAT many.
We were all reading Stephen Kings new book "Under The Dome", both Don and my brother have finished it already. I am around page 900 and have 3oo more to go. During lunch we talked about the book and they had to be careful not to give anything away. After lunch we were walking outside to have a smoke and they slowed their pace to get some space away from me so that they can talk about the ending without giving anything away to me. My brother has been dieing to talk to someone about the ending and I don't read as often or as fast as he does.
Standing outside, enjoying our cancer sticks (except my bro, he doesn't smoke much anymore) we discussed what the plan was for the day. I had class at 4 pm, Business Solutions with Microsoft Excel and Microsoft Access. Sounds super fun doesn't it? You can see how hard of a decision it was to skip class and go wander the 16th Street Mall in search of beer and fun. 5 minutes later I was stashing my book in the seat of my scooter and we started our little adventure.
At 2 pm my brother went to his class while Don and I walked across campus and up Larimer St. to the 16th Street Mall. Our first stop of the day was at the Tilted Kilt, a bar/restaurant with many TVs and waitresses wearing very short mini skirt versions of kilts and very tight tied white blouses that accentuate breasts in a way that can only be described as...heavenly. But, boobs were not the main focus while being at the Tilted Kilt. Instead the Rockies game was on and we were winning in the 7th inning 11 to 9. We decided to bar hop up the street until we can figure out what to do for the rest of the night. I had one beer and Don had two in the same amount of time. The Don's birthday experience had started off on a great note, full of hot women walking around, baseball on the LCD, and beer.
Our next stop was the Paramount bar/restaurant where we watched the 9th inning and the score became 11 to 11. The bar tender and waitresses were just as hot as the last place but were dressed a lot more conservatively. Jeans and dark t-shirt's which doesn't matter because from a guy's point of view, a beautiful woman looks good in whatever she wears.
The game was going into overtime and we finished our beer so we moved up the street as we tried to find the next spot. Don wanted to go to a Jazz place he remembered for some live music, but when we got there the Jazz bar he remembered was gone and replaced with a very expensive looking Irish restaurant. It didn't look to be very interesting, so instead we ended up at Rock Bottom. The Rockies lost in overtime and we watched women for another beer, Red Rocks Red...mmmmmm, Matty like. The conversation moved from women to stocks, day trading, and what bar to go to next when we got a shot of scotch. The deliciously smooth Macallans 12 year old scotch.
I suggested that we go up to the Marquis Theater on 20th and Larimer to see whatever band was playing tonight. Don was a little hesitant about walking up to the Marquis without knowing if a band was playing or if they would be worth it. I convinced him with the lure of and Irish pub that was across the street from it and the promise of more beer when we reached our destination. We also justified it by telling ourselves that the walk will help us sober up a bit so we can not feel bad about getting another drink.
As we were walking up Larimer the conversation moved back to stocks and day trading, which has become the dream job for both of us along with another friend of ours, Jeramy. Because of this it has become very easy for our conversations to somehow end up or start on the subject of stocks, to the boredom of most of our other friends. We reached the Marquis and saw that they had a band playing called 'Bane', which neither of us have heard of, along with 3 opening bands, which we also have never heard of. I noticed that the people waiting outside for the concert to start were mostly wearing the clothing and tattoos that suggested to us that the music would probably be hard rock, this made me very happy. My favorite type of music, especially for concerts, is hard rock/metal. We crossed the street to the Irish pub I had promised earlier and we thought we could have another beer and be able to hear the first opener from there to know if we are interested in what they are selling. We both got our beer and I added a shot of Talisker 10 year scotch, which we joked around had a nice bit to it that would make your balls drop and instantly become a man. Although I had not become a man that night, I did feel warm inside and ready to listen to some loud music.
The concert ended up only costing $10 each and we spent the next couple of beers at the bar critiquing the opening bands and pointing out the sections of music we liked. As the concert progressed we had noticed a very good looking girl at the bar, so Don bought her a beer but nothing came of it because she was dating one of the band members. Then we noticed the good looking bar tender, so Don talked to her for a bit and again nothing came out of it because she had a boyfriend. Damn, is everyone dating right now? Anyway, when 'Bane' came on we moved from the bar to get closer to the stage, right outside the mosh pit. To our great surprise, 'Bane' was pretty good. Neither one of us knew any of the songs and we didn't care, the metal guitar riffs mixed with the fast bass and drums soothed our souls and put smiles on our faces. Although the band was good, there was someone else at the concert that was great. The mosh pit went around in counter clock wise circles and in the middle was a metal fan in a wheel chair. That image of a mosh pit running around a guy in a wheel chair at a quick pace while pushing each other with smiles on every one's faces is what makes me love the heavy metal community. From the outside metal fans look like violent people, at heart we just love the music, the cloths, the look, and inside we are teddy bear's that watch out for each other. No one messed with him, no one made fun of him, no one tried to make him leave the mosh pit, no one gave him shit. Instead everyone had their fun, enjoyed their mosh pit, and adjusted it to make sure they didn't run into him. It was inevitable that someone would, but if they did they would make sure he was okay before rejoining the circle of mashed bodies. Don got into it and at one point even joined into the mosh pit for a short time.
After the concert we walked down to 17th on our euphoria high brought on by a night of drinking, fun conversation, female watching, and loud music. We approached the bus stop and started a good conversation with a cute girl that was on her way home from Boulder. We all got on the bus, Don sat next to her and I was in the seat behind them. She was very patient with the two strange tipsy men talking to her and a sweet woman. I gave her my card and told her that she could read about herself in The Matty Experience. If your reading I would like to thank you for being nice to a couple of strangers on the bus, it definitely kept up our good spirits.
Until next time, live life, have fun, and be spontaneous. If anyone has suggestions for future Matty Experiences, feel free to post a comment.
Noon rolled around and I was sitting at the food court of the Tivoli when Don showed up. We knew that it would be a good day as we sat there watching the hot ladies of the Auraria campus walking bye. As we were discussing the bonuses of warm weather on female clothing and deciding which is better, tight jeans or mini dresses, my brother showed up. My brother, Adam, is also a student at CU Denver, he is a literature major and is a writer. I decided that if I was going to be drinking for the rest of the day that my choice in food for lunch doesn't have to be that healthy, so I went with a McDonald's Big Mac and some nuggets with BBQ sauce. I gave my fries to Don, I needed some calories for the day, but not THAT many.
We were all reading Stephen Kings new book "Under The Dome", both Don and my brother have finished it already. I am around page 900 and have 3oo more to go. During lunch we talked about the book and they had to be careful not to give anything away. After lunch we were walking outside to have a smoke and they slowed their pace to get some space away from me so that they can talk about the ending without giving anything away to me. My brother has been dieing to talk to someone about the ending and I don't read as often or as fast as he does.
Standing outside, enjoying our cancer sticks (except my bro, he doesn't smoke much anymore) we discussed what the plan was for the day. I had class at 4 pm, Business Solutions with Microsoft Excel and Microsoft Access. Sounds super fun doesn't it? You can see how hard of a decision it was to skip class and go wander the 16th Street Mall in search of beer and fun. 5 minutes later I was stashing my book in the seat of my scooter and we started our little adventure.
At 2 pm my brother went to his class while Don and I walked across campus and up Larimer St. to the 16th Street Mall. Our first stop of the day was at the Tilted Kilt, a bar/restaurant with many TVs and waitresses wearing very short mini skirt versions of kilts and very tight tied white blouses that accentuate breasts in a way that can only be described as...heavenly. But, boobs were not the main focus while being at the Tilted Kilt. Instead the Rockies game was on and we were winning in the 7th inning 11 to 9. We decided to bar hop up the street until we can figure out what to do for the rest of the night. I had one beer and Don had two in the same amount of time. The Don's birthday experience had started off on a great note, full of hot women walking around, baseball on the LCD, and beer.
Our next stop was the Paramount bar/restaurant where we watched the 9th inning and the score became 11 to 11. The bar tender and waitresses were just as hot as the last place but were dressed a lot more conservatively. Jeans and dark t-shirt's which doesn't matter because from a guy's point of view, a beautiful woman looks good in whatever she wears.
The game was going into overtime and we finished our beer so we moved up the street as we tried to find the next spot. Don wanted to go to a Jazz place he remembered for some live music, but when we got there the Jazz bar he remembered was gone and replaced with a very expensive looking Irish restaurant. It didn't look to be very interesting, so instead we ended up at Rock Bottom. The Rockies lost in overtime and we watched women for another beer, Red Rocks Red...mmmmmm, Matty like. The conversation moved from women to stocks, day trading, and what bar to go to next when we got a shot of scotch. The deliciously smooth Macallans 12 year old scotch.
I suggested that we go up to the Marquis Theater on 20th and Larimer to see whatever band was playing tonight. Don was a little hesitant about walking up to the Marquis without knowing if a band was playing or if they would be worth it. I convinced him with the lure of and Irish pub that was across the street from it and the promise of more beer when we reached our destination. We also justified it by telling ourselves that the walk will help us sober up a bit so we can not feel bad about getting another drink.
As we were walking up Larimer the conversation moved back to stocks and day trading, which has become the dream job for both of us along with another friend of ours, Jeramy. Because of this it has become very easy for our conversations to somehow end up or start on the subject of stocks, to the boredom of most of our other friends. We reached the Marquis and saw that they had a band playing called 'Bane', which neither of us have heard of, along with 3 opening bands, which we also have never heard of. I noticed that the people waiting outside for the concert to start were mostly wearing the clothing and tattoos that suggested to us that the music would probably be hard rock, this made me very happy. My favorite type of music, especially for concerts, is hard rock/metal. We crossed the street to the Irish pub I had promised earlier and we thought we could have another beer and be able to hear the first opener from there to know if we are interested in what they are selling. We both got our beer and I added a shot of Talisker 10 year scotch, which we joked around had a nice bit to it that would make your balls drop and instantly become a man. Although I had not become a man that night, I did feel warm inside and ready to listen to some loud music.
The concert ended up only costing $10 each and we spent the next couple of beers at the bar critiquing the opening bands and pointing out the sections of music we liked. As the concert progressed we had noticed a very good looking girl at the bar, so Don bought her a beer but nothing came of it because she was dating one of the band members. Then we noticed the good looking bar tender, so Don talked to her for a bit and again nothing came out of it because she had a boyfriend. Damn, is everyone dating right now? Anyway, when 'Bane' came on we moved from the bar to get closer to the stage, right outside the mosh pit. To our great surprise, 'Bane' was pretty good. Neither one of us knew any of the songs and we didn't care, the metal guitar riffs mixed with the fast bass and drums soothed our souls and put smiles on our faces. Although the band was good, there was someone else at the concert that was great. The mosh pit went around in counter clock wise circles and in the middle was a metal fan in a wheel chair. That image of a mosh pit running around a guy in a wheel chair at a quick pace while pushing each other with smiles on every one's faces is what makes me love the heavy metal community. From the outside metal fans look like violent people, at heart we just love the music, the cloths, the look, and inside we are teddy bear's that watch out for each other. No one messed with him, no one made fun of him, no one tried to make him leave the mosh pit, no one gave him shit. Instead everyone had their fun, enjoyed their mosh pit, and adjusted it to make sure they didn't run into him. It was inevitable that someone would, but if they did they would make sure he was okay before rejoining the circle of mashed bodies. Don got into it and at one point even joined into the mosh pit for a short time.
After the concert we walked down to 17th on our euphoria high brought on by a night of drinking, fun conversation, female watching, and loud music. We approached the bus stop and started a good conversation with a cute girl that was on her way home from Boulder. We all got on the bus, Don sat next to her and I was in the seat behind them. She was very patient with the two strange tipsy men talking to her and a sweet woman. I gave her my card and told her that she could read about herself in The Matty Experience. If your reading I would like to thank you for being nice to a couple of strangers on the bus, it definitely kept up our good spirits.
Until next time, live life, have fun, and be spontaneous. If anyone has suggestions for future Matty Experiences, feel free to post a comment.
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