The doček will thus be at my place. The preparations were on for a whole week. There was even a meeting at my place, but I wasn't notified so I wasn't there. Tejka asked my mom why did I have another haircut, which raised some laughs. The big revelation of the meeting was that my parents don't mind if the gang smokes (didn't apply to me, though, just the gang). This led to an interesting development later. The comments afterwards were like "your folks are great - imagine, your mom said look the carpet is flammable, you'll smoke, the ashtrays are here". "See how it's possible that I'm growing long hair... what about the drinks?" "Oh no what if everyone gets drunk." "I thought to put a limit on 10 liters, it'll be 5 now". "But there are those who won't drink." "Three then". So I settled it with the guys on the spot - three liters (of wine, including sparkling) are in, anything else will be flushed. So the last bit of suspense is Rencika - will she come or not, will she make peace with Patak or not.
The three worse guys who won't be invited (two of them actors from "Four bad luck guys", third the Bosnian who made trouble last doček) want in. The Bosnian even gave money, to Tejka. But who invited him? Nobody. It got fixed in the end by letting two (actors) in, the Bosnian not. Then the two guys took solidarity to them and they quit as well. No tears were shed - they barged their way in, they were not invited.
So it seems it'll be 8 girls 8 frajers, or 9:9 if the twins come (Sarča and his sister). We got to make them come, she's such a nice girl. Year older, but so what. And Tejka has her eyes on him, "I'll be grateful if you make it".
Around this time I heard two urban legends (which weren't called so, the name didn't reach us yet) about the unruly boys from the belgrade asphalt... One by Eči, I think, the other by Patak.
Two city gangs in, of course, permanent warfare state, had a trabant and a spaček, respectively. Someone brought from arbajtluk (v. gastarbajter) a tube of some supreglue and stuck the wipers to the glass on the trabant. Nobody noticed until the next rain, and then the little motor got frizzled.
Then the other gang, to exact a revenge, took a length of water pipe, bent one end of it in a triangle, and welded it to the rear end of the spaček to make it look like an open can of sardines.
The other legend is more plausible, nobody to ask stupid questions about how's stealth welding done:
Some guys stole a tristać, a police one. They took the rotation [light] and put it in the trunk, then found some other tristać parked somewhere and covered with a tarp*, so they stole that one too and put the police one under the tarp, to hold the place. The cops were looking for their car all winter to no avail, and the owner of the other tristać was happy to see his car every morning, sitting right there under the tarp, and went off to take a bus to work without worries. Only around mid march, when he decided to lift the tarp, he was really surprised.