The doček with Baja and Mire, their wives (R. and Zorica), perhaps also Deks and Lena. Don't remember much except that we brought dad's wine, homemade, I think a 5l canister. To pour it into glasses, we decanted it into a bottle of Fructal fruit juice, which makes it easy, as it has the wider neck, with a screw on lid of the kind they usually put on jars. These juices were excellent, specially the peach juice and blackberry juice. I'm writing these two separately, because they were separate, each was a pure pulp 100% juice, no mixes, no fakes. To us these were the regular ones. Couldn't imagine they'll be just memories in a few years.
Anyway, the wine was immediately named „supersok“ (superjuice) and I think we drank all of it.
The other thing we brought was my tape recorder, as they didn't have any sound system, and this was actually better - nobody could influence the deejay, it was a reel with some three hours of music per side, unindexed, so whatever's next.
At about one thirty, we decided that we don't have to stick to any agenda - nobody wanted to dance or sing anymore, so we just sat on the carpet, with glasses and ashtrays around us, and talked until their parents came in the wee hours of the morning. They had their doček at the police HQ, which was probably a much wilder party than this, and lasted accordingly, until about six.
I think this was the time when Baja came up with his beans theory, which he picked up somewhere. Goes like this: before you get married, put a bean in the jar each time you fuck. Once you get married, take out one from the jar each time you fuck. You end with still some beans in the jar.
We also talked of imaginary time capsules, actually he wanted to make a collective one on the spot, but stayed at taking statements from everybody, the answer to „what do you think of things today that you'd want taken down and opened in fifty years“. Don't remember anyone's, not even my own.