Hold on Magnolia to that great highway moon…

Update.

I'll let the picture speak for it self, but maybe I should have given up this kinda rock star dream earlier..

The last week has been pretty hectic actually, lots of things has happened.

Last Saturday was probably one of the weirdest days ever in my life. I went up early in the morning as I had planned to go IKEA. Of course I was out late so I missed the bus, so took the bike instead. Everything went well to and at IKEA, it was pretyy fun to go around in a Sweden top there which I had on as Sweden was playing the Sauerkrauts later that day.

Came out of IKEA like 5 mins after the bus back to the train station in Heerlen had went, so had to walk. It's not a long walk but as I had an IKEA-bag full of stuff I would have liked to take the bus anyway as it was around 25 degrees. So there I am walking along the car road and the fietspad when I come to a round-a-bout and all of a sudden this guy just jumps over the bike which had come to a sudden stop. He lands on his forehead on the sidewalk and starts running around like a chicken that just has lost it's head. I'm maybe 20-30 meters away so I cant really say that I realize what has happened, but as I rush over there I can see his clothes all bloody and his face is pretty much a mess, especially around his right eye.

I take a quick look over at the guys bike and the front wheel and the handlebars has turned 180 degrees. The guy calms down a bit and I ask him how he feels, he takes away his hands from the head a bit and I realize that this guy might need an ambulance.. As I call 112 there's two cars coming up that has seen what has happened, with one of them having a first aid kit which they take out and puts some bandages on the guys head.
I try to explain what and where this has happened, but for some weird reason the guy at the alarm center can't really speak english that well so I give the phone to one of the others that has come there and they explain in Dutch instead. The guy sits on the side now, still screaming and probably in a lot of pain, but I wait there until the ambulance comes about 5 maybe even 10 mins later. They take the guy with him and I start to walk back to the station again. Thinking that I maybe should take it a bit easier on the bike myself because I guess I'm pretty ruthless on it actually. I'm pretty ruthless in any vehicle actually, even if the only other vehicle I've only been riding is a go kart I think..

After that everything seems to be fine, of course I miss the train back to Maastricht with 2 mins so I have to wait for half an hour for the next train. Everything goes fine, comes back to Maastricht, takes the bus now as I can't take the big IKEA-bag on the bike. Comes home, unpack a bit and take a shower before i take the bus down to the station again as it's closing in on kick off time. When I come to the station I can't get my bike as the whole station is sealed off, with the police saying a terrible accident had happened with two trains.

The pub where we're going to see the game is pretty close so I don't pay too much attention to it, just have to walk a bit longer from the pub after. I come to the pub, sit outside for a while, the sun is shining it's warm, the beer is cold, the friends are nice and we don't see any Jerries either as they're sitting inside hiding from the sun.

When it's about 10 minutes before kick-off we leave the sun for the much nicer big screen tv (at that moment at least). The game doesn't really even have time to start before we realize that Fritz is gonna V2-bomb us today. Feels pretty bad, especially as the fucking Hermann Goering's and Leni Riefenstahl's in the background has all these incredibly annoying ice hockey sound making devices. If they would have used those during the war, they would without a doubt have won it.

Anyway, due to this the beer is flowing and the worse Sweden plays the more Beer we, I, drink.. The game finishes and on the way outside again I say some pretty well chosen words to the top silly-walk-clan-guy that made the most of the noise. He stops, but as they're leaving the pub on the street he starts to make those noises again. Fucking asshole.

We sit outside for a while, talking about the game, realizing it was pretty good after all as the coach probably, hopefully, would get sacked now. Some of us goes home, but a few of us including the scot with the Sweden top decides to play some billiard inside the pub instead. With of course more beer. We're playing a few rounds but we have to eat so we go our separate ways back home. 100 metres down from the bar I hear some very nice music from the street up ahead, goes a bit closer and there's a Rolling Stones cover band playing outside one of the pubs close to the station.

Of course I can't resist to hear the wonderful sound of the Rolling Stones, so I sit down and listens to the music, and, obviously, more beer. After a while there's a guy strolling around, and sits down next to me, he's pretty drunk as well and starts to like dance to the music. Drunk as I am i join him, and a few more beers are ordered.. I remember that the band stops to play and that we leave, but I cannot remember more after that. Only bits and pieces from places pretty much all around Maastricht. I do remember that I find myself at home again, without a wallet and no keys. I remember that I got the spare key the owner of the apartment has, but that's about it..

As I'm still pretty drunk, I can't really care about it so I fall asleep... When I wake up, strangely enough not hungover at all, even if I'm a bit lazier and slower than usual. I do feel very fucking bad tho. Never felt so bad in all my life. The reason for that is that I have NEVER EVER lost either my keys OR my wallet. And then I lose it all just because I'm fucking stupid doing something that you only can be forgiven for if you're 14 years old and have no idea how to handle alcohol, not 20 fucking years.

Sit inside just staring into the computer trying to figure out what the hell I did last night, and figure that I have to go around and see where I might have gone, that some things might come back to me. Have to go to the police as well to hear if they've got any lost keys/wallet there.

Biking around slowly where I was, playng detective and using logic to try and understand where I at least could have lost the keys, aka where I was using them. And that could have been only once, at the train station where the bike was. However, no keys there.

I'm going to the police, but of course it's closed as it's Sunday. So I call them instead, but they hadn't found or got any lost keys.

So I kinda give up, head on home, block the cards and just spends the rest of the day feeling terrible. At midnight I'm going to sleep, but can't really get much of sleeping done..

Wake up early, very earlier as I start at 8 that day, trying to figure out how the hell this day will go. I don't want to call a locksmith just yet, someone may have found the keys and as the police office was closed, only were unable to deliver it to them on the Monday.

Before I go to work I'm checking my mail on the computer, and I just couldn't believe what I had in my inbox, ironically enough sent to me 5 mins after I had gone to bed;
Hopefully you still use this email address I found at the Internet;

"Saturday night I found your wallet and keys in the 'Heugemerweg' in Maastricht. Because I don't want anyone to misuse it or to throw it away, I took it along to my place. I already made a declaration to the police (0900-8844; when it ever happens again ;-)), but hopefully I van reach you by this manner.
You can call me at 06-******** to get your Bonus reduction at AH again;-)! And to be legal in Holland as well... And to get back all your other (ID)cards and keys.
Good luck!
Iris."

Iris was a real angel that night. Called her later that day and I could get my keys and the wallet right after work. The wallet even had money left in it.
Asked if I could buy her diner, flowers or anything, but she just took off on the bike after that anyway.. Feel kinda bad for that, because it was such a nice thing to do, not just to find it, take care of but even to play Sherlock Holmes and contact the person who it belonged to.

So thank you thank you thank you Iris in case you're reading this! (which you might as you found my e-mail on the internet!).

The rest of the week went by nice and calm, bought a new computer though, even if I still have to buy a damn graphics card before I can use it. I thought the the card I have had a different interface, and therefore being able to be put inside the new computer, but nooo, it was the wrong interface.

Phew, that was a bit of a long text that.. Well that was about it anyway.

Finally, drink carefully folks! I know I will from now on...