Post Season Adventures Episode 2

So this next post wasn't supposed to come until after NY with Smith but an event transpired that calls for a short interim post.

Last week in Luxembourg was uneventful until my final Saturday. We went to watch the championship tiebreaker match which is in a town 45 minutes from mine by car. Some people from my club went to dinner before and so I started drinking early and then everyone drinks beer during the matches and then the team we liked better aka the home team won and so more fun and drinking began. Anyway we ended up at some bar in the town. I was having fun and knowing what was going on. Then I went to the bathroom which was on the the second floor and last thing I fully remember is being at the sink washing my hands. Next memory, woke up in a dining room (which I discovered was next to said bathrooms on the second floor of said bar) in just my boxers laying on the floor in front of a space heater. Behind me on 2 of the dining room chairs were hanging my clothes which I soon discovered had been hung there because the whole right side of the shirt and pants were wet. Looks like I have peed so many times now that my blackout body defaults to super domestic. I get out my phone and find out it is 9:30am. After a couple minutes of processing, I put my clothes back on snuck out the door and started silently descending the stairs. I get to the bottom and I can see a guy cleaning behind the bar. I survey the room and realize my jacket is luckily still hanging at the coat rack but that unluckily there is no way for this guy not to see me. So I just say fuck it and walk pointedly towards the rack and put on my jacket as he starts saying something in French. A woman comes out and they are both saying things in French and I ask if they speak English. Probably for the better they say no, look at me very confused. and unlock the front door allowing me to leave. I come outside to find myself in 4 inches of snow and it still snowing. I texted my teammate who had driven me the night before and then figured finding a bus stop was the next move. The town is small and my plan worked. After a 30 minute wait a bus came and the 4th stop was a train station. Then I had to wait there for 45 minutes but a train to Luxembourg city came. After the train I had to take 2 more buses to get home for a total of 3 and a half hours travel home. On the train my teammate writes back saying what the fuck etc and he says he looked for me when he left and assumed I went home with a girl. Guess that's about that last thing that happened.

Weirdest morning of my life.

Boarding plane to Boston in 30 minutes.

Let's go salad,

Ps: was in Brussels the last 2 nights and just did normal nights out with my teammate. Cool city but nothing eventful.