14-IX-2013.

The usual maturski of IV_5pp, for the second time at our place in Čankovo. Present Mima, Bajlo, Jasmina, Mandža, Čombe, Žara, Dragana, Staša and Mjedac.

In the morning I went to buy stuff (meat, onion, cheese, sliced smoked delikatessen - kulen, èajna, suvi vrat - and peanuts etc), then went to pick Dragana and Čombe (who was living at some lady's place on ruža, true to his new profession: "I'm a sponzoruša"). Then had to drive home because I forgot the keys. Picked Žara along the way, coming from the bus station. Met Go, baba pushing Neša in a stroller - they were also returning from grocery.

We didn't make the same Kunta's gulaš as last year, but something by her recipe, which Staša screwed up by pouring 0,75 l of black* wine, which didn't quite sit right. He and Dragana made at least four trips to the shop to buy more of this or that (bread, mineral water, who knows). The recipe calls for three kinds of meat in equal measure, plus as much onion first. So the onion chopping party was all three girls (left to right, Mima, Jasmina, Dragana)

There was some rain while the kettle simmered so we moved the tables into the lean-to shed, which was still cramped with all kinds of junk, firewood and whatnot. But we managed. The old kettle was in the other shed, the former destillery, ten steps away, and there were always two or three people there, stirring it (... 9 words...) and making sure it doesn't burn at the bottom (which it did last year). It was mostly Mjedac there, but he had help. Eventually it got done and he and I split a pair of gloves to bring it to the table.

I already had some of the old photos reshot so the gugolj (... 6 words...) in the background wasn't just for music (strictly period - pop and rock of the time when we were in gimnazija) but for slideshow as well. That laptop had a couple of spectators practically at all times.

I wore one of the new t-shirts (... 5 words...), a bit too synthetic and light beige. Dragana said it was "opening you in the waist", to differ from the Firriver's black (with Feds logo) which I wore the year before. OK, I had a lumberjack's flannel shirt on top, this wasn't the warmest day of the month.

One of the kittens came to make us company.

Around 20:00 Jasmina's husband came to pick her up, though he did sit with us a while, which seems to be their habit.

By 20:30 they all packed and left, after cleaning up as much as possible (well girls did most of it). I was left to sleep off the wine. It's becoming customary for me to get a kick out of wine, as this is the only day of the year when I drink it. The rest of the time it was brandy, or sometimes beer. But wine, I completely got out of the habit, specially that the black wine has too much taste for me, doesn't sit well, and my dear doesn't like white. So we don't. I went to sleep around 23:00 (judging by the last shots I made of gugolj running, now in the corner of the kitchen).

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* I'm not taking hints on wine naming from a language where black and brown haired women are both called brunettes; your wines may never be this dark, but ours can.

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Mentions: Čankovo, Dragana Vitas (Dragana), Dragojlo Kuntić (Kunta), Feds, Firriver Fertility (Firriver), gimnazija, Gorana Sredljević (Go), Gradivoj Raža (Žara), gugolj, IV_5pp, Jasmina Vlajin, Joško Čobzanin (Čombe), maturski parastos, Merima Tabarski (Mima), Nenad Bajlo (Bajlo), Nenad Berger (Neša), ruža, Slavoljub Mandić (Mandža), sponzoruša, Stanoje Serdarević (Staša), Živko Mjedenica (Mjedac), in serbian