ACID HOUSE PARTY
World Cup Final
Argentina 0 - 1 Germany
Third Place
England 1 – 2 Italy
Went to the Old Town Square and sold tickets with Misty outside Vegetarka. Got rid of the last flyer around 12. Had a very quick steak for lunch up near the beer cellar. Spoke with a liberal-German-youth about politics. Finished Kafka. Waited for Charles, whom I had expected to be there. Explored the caves, danced about a little, cued some tapes. There was little to do when Charles and Karl arrived back. The stress started to build up as at 5:00 pm Marek and the Disco, which we still didn’t know wasn’t fictive, hadn’t arrived. And at 6:00 pm and 7:00 pm1. Finally at 7:45pm they arrived, in a big blue-white Trabant or something. We opened the doors at 8:15pm to a crowd of very trendy Czechs, and soon settled into our jobs. Karl, Misty and Charles, and also Marek, doing the door and the bar, me doing the disco proper. I got the hang very quickly and the Czechs soon left me to handle it myself, coming round to smile and say Okay? every hour or so. We eventually kicked the stragglers out at 5 am2. Cleaned up about an hour3.
Young-Toby is so stressed he sits with a penknife and whittles an upright figure from a stick he’s found. A totemic chap with an awed face. He still possesses this. It lives on his desk.
Checking now, I find that we were two minutes short of fulfilling our promise that ravers could Dance ‘Til Dawn, as sunrise on this day in Praha happened at 5:02 am.
Throughout the evening, young-Toby and the others stow the large amounts of cash in a bag at the back of the fridge. When the cleaning is done, the four of them (y-T, Misty, Charles, Karl) get into Karl’s faded red Fiat 126 and drive off into the night. (See tomorrow.)
Y-T is never going to do anything like this again.