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.