A Night on the Town

What an introduction to Denver nightlife.

My roommate and I decided that a Friday night out was exactly what we needed – while we’re not normally club-hoppers, there is something exciting about fixing your hair and doing your makeup and finding the perfect outfit…especially when your day-to-day life is typically very low maintenance.

We got all dolled up, and headed to the lightrail station. This metro system will take you straight into downtown Denver from our neighborhood for a measly $4, a much better deal than the $15 parking decks or spending an hour fighting against those searching for the free street meters.

Unfortunately, the local place we were meeting up with friends was quite a hike from the lightrail station (and coincidentally, across the street from the former Real World: Denver house), and our feet were already beginning to hurt by the time we made it to the line. Reminder for next time: when you’re riding the lightrail, wear flats. We were the first of our group to arrive, and while we were waiting I discovered the following about the residents of my new city:
• The place is crawling with young people.
• The guys (try to) find creative ways to introduce themselves. A few samples from last night:
o OH MY GOSH…you’re beautiful.
o I saw you texting, but my phone’s not buzzing.
o I have some friends that would like to meet you.
o Where are you going next? I was going to go party with you.
o I’m a pro golfer, and I’ve played along side Tiger Woods.

Finally, we met up with our friends, and had a fantastic time of catching up and making weekend plans. But, soon it was time to call it a night. N* and I decided to catch an earlier train. The last pickup from downtown leaves at 1:45, so everyone who’s hanging around for those last moments of the night hops on then. We fortunately left a little after 1:00, but were not without our share of interesting characters on the train.

There was the 50+ woman who stumbled into, and hit on, any guy seeming to be under 30. There was the young-20s girl who was being supported by her friends, getting sick and falling asleep a couple of seats back. There was the mid-20s guy who fell into a deep sleep, rolled off his seat, and cracked his head on the floor. Since he appeared to be alone, N* called 911 and had an ambulance meet him at the next stop. He tried to say he was fine, and the Wackenhut security officers had to physically take him off the train to get checked out.

All in all, it was definitely an interesting night, and I couldn’t have been with better company. Each day I’m becoming better friends with my roommates, a true success story from Craigslist.

Next time, we’ll probably take the 1:45 train, just to see what happens.