I was theoretically supposed to have more free time these days, because the graduates finish class mid-month, but no. Ad one, I didn't have any graduates, I had five divisions of third grade, partly the [vocation] directed partly the little green ones, which was thie gimmick to pass the classic trade school, same as it once was, as an experimental program. In the schedule I had the regular may chaos - the oil drillers and the regiment (RGM - rukovaoci građevinskim mašinama, construction machinery operators) went for the practical, the graduates were dispersing (but not on the same day - the latter had it 4 weeks shorter, the drillers and regiment 6), so everyone had a lot of empty class slots, specially the guys who held the trade specific courses. I patched it as I could, and those who had to come in six times a week to hold fifteen classes or less had the consolation that it won't take long. Many of them were classmasters, so they'd have to come to fill in the end-of-year paperwork anyway, so seeing a colleague bent over the sheets and diligently writing few bits on each page was a common sight.
Around this time Bane was getting married. His parents' house being modestly large, and that's where they'll live, and situated in a tight street, and it also lacked any sizable yard, as is common with houses on a corner, they decided to make no big wedding, but hold three parties instead. One for kin and neighbors, one for his friends, one for hers. We, of course, fit in the middle one, together with half a dozen colleagues from MPSŠC. It was more of a sitting, a dozen of us around the kitchen table, drinks, snacks, cakes, chat. The conversation zigzagged headlessly, events and people were mentioned, to most of the latter colleague Simić would say „ah, I know the guy, was my student“. Turned out that we were almost the only ones to never attend his class... And he was fun, inserted good gags quite often and made everyone laugh.
I wasn't quite clear of the year when this happened, and would have stayed in the dark on it save for one detail - half of the present folks went to the other room around 18:30 or whenever it was, to watch Dynasty. It already ran for a few months, and now I had to peek into Wikipedia to check when was it run here. We watched bits of it, probably when we'd happen to be sitting with my folks when it was on, otherwise we felt a lots of live pain* to follow the life and deeds of the american rich. As someone said decades later, not my circus, not my monkeys.
I have no idea how long we stayed, must have been quite dark.
Some time this or previous month, in the new Dom, now rechristened into Dom mladosti (was 'of youth' as a social group, now 'of youth' as the phase of life), Neša and his Last dance of butterflies were having a concert. I didn't think of him much as a muscian, nor as a composer, but we were regular listeners of Indeksovo radio pozorište (Index's radio theatre) on Beograd 202 every sunday around lunchtime, where he was a house friend of sorts, and often contributed to the programme, sometimes seriously mocking his own songs, which then gave him the right to fuck equally or better with others. There were notable exemplars of such fun... half comedian half musician.
But how to get the tickets. Because I heard of the gig during a recess, in the staff room, and by the time I arrive at the ticketing booth it'd sell out. Well let's make use of the privilege this one time... I took aside one student who wouldn't lose much by absence, gave him the money and sent him to buy me the tickets.
The concert was okay, we did roll with laughter, on par with expectation but not above. I remembered this event mostly because this was the only time I sent a student to do my own errand (sending them for burek at popravni doesn't count, it's a privilege for the guy who passes first).
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* „it pains me“ strongly implies „it pains me dick“, i.e. I don't give a flying fuck