Psycho Нidden Birthday - DJ Psych.

     Psycho Hidden Birthday Party      

                                         
                     (С) Heaven Aeroplane
                                         
          "На скрине чанки
           грохотали..."  
          Мысль, рождённая
      совместными усилиями
          меня и Equator`a
                          
   Вот таким вот эпигpaфoм
яwas about to start describing
celebration allegedly (according to
in the words of DJ Psych`a) second
(as it turned out later, the official
cially - first) anniversary of formation
Psycho,however, I was forced to change it
on a line from the immortal creation of the group
py "LyapSUS TruPetskoy":                   
                                         
   "You, you, you threw, you..."
                                         
   In general, my entry into this image
tion (that is, Psycho) happened quite
amusing:one New Year's night, drunk
DJ Psych called from Paul`a Pavlov`a (a
maybe from a neighbor) and put me
before the fact. :) The most interesting thing is that
number in PHD several years (?) pa-
Almost the same thing happened earlier (I was
possessed before the fact).                      
   A number of similar coincidences suggested
meto the idea that all organizers,
in general, of the same breed, but I refused
tried to believe in it and consoled myself with some
incomprehensible hopes. Events of this day
they were rather rudely dispelled: theory o
that the organizer is always ready to be thrown
give you some kind of surprise, and then...
yes, when you are already more or less convinced
were convinced of his decency, were completely
became firm.                              
                                         
   B 13:00 (correct number) I wish everything
(as it turned out later, not all, but 15
peoplegathered) gathered near the metro station "Bo-
stock", in order to immerse yourself in transport and from -
goto Uruchye. Due to brakes and non-
large-sized company capture of the 51st av-
the bus did not happen.  ;) Everything is quiet and peaceful
squeezed into the crowded 41st troll-
beads                                     
   At yhubepcame they bought what,
somehow: beer, mineral water, drinks, chi-
dogs (I, for example, purchased a fullcor-
zine of various varieties of this product and
thus became official chips pro-
vider ;)) and eight (sort of) bottle
kami vodka. Despite not very large
the amount of the latter, gentlemen crazy
and not only get drunk afterwards
elk.                                    
   Equator has a bottle opener lying around,
made fromZ80 processor,and opening-
bottles with a frequency equal to the frequency
offering them. :)                      
   Having reached the final stop at
trolleybus and without persuading Wolf
check your travel documents;) all the
zeros into the forest, stretched out in a chain, straight
as in Cannon Fodder.                     
   Kaz tried to line everyone up, but he had
nothing came of it. Equator, Cooler and me
discussed near-process topics. Unfortunately
Nogo Tornado loaded the entire drink and
dku, which is why he often fell behind.  (How
it turned out that he was slowing down to take a sip
chick from the bottle  - together with Paul Pavlov
they laidone and a half liters of beer!)        
   Everyone was specifically kidding with the Mercedes
sa", who simply did not have
headlights As Equator said,"without headlights, but -
Mercedes." :)                            
  A week or two ago we were promised
decent table andbenches plus puddle (in
form of a lake) under your nose. After twenty
a quiet walk, the promised lake transforms
was transferred to the Ozyo railway station
food, "decent table", must already be
long ago burned at the stake, to name two
logs with supports (a la gymnastic
shells) I don’t dare use “benches”.      
   However, after grumbling about
puddles and furniture, people began to organize
"table" made of newspapers right on the ground.  Right there
an interesting detail was discovered: two pine trees
in different parts of the clearing were decorated with ac-
cursive letters "M" and "Zh". :)))        
   In half an hour (amaybe less)
Cooler left us with a request to catch
Spinal`a, which was supposed to arrive from
Mogilev at 14:00, and send it to Ozyo-
food. Unfortunately, Spinal's nickname is
then I never saw it, although he stuck around
for almost an hour and a half at the station, and we
Equator even went to his station
meet. :( In general,organizing a meeting
out-of-town guests were delivered from the hands
that's bad. Why drive everyone into the forest at one o'clock,
When should you meet Spinal at two? By-
It seems to me that it is impossible for me to understand the course of such reasoning.
not given...                               
   During the trip to the station we observed
a group of children with a good tape recorder and
bad music (rap,especially Russian
skiy, -this is feces, definitely), who were looking for their
favorite drinking place by compass (!!!)  
   During the hidden birthday party,
there were a number of funny (and not
very things) which were definitely worth it
would like to capture it on film. But, alas, this
didn't happen. Cooler didn't take the digital
new camera, everythingthe rest didn't take it
ordinary, a girl who provided the camera
for Millennium Demo Party, as of
health could not attend this
today's event. This is all very gloomy
but, since Kaz's screams and faces cannot be described
words are simply impossible.  You can only
imagine how he and his comrades
decorated themselves with ferns and scrap metal
depictingChechen militants. (By the way, o
fern was great for cutting hands).  But
They failed to take hostages - Tor-
nado knocked Kaza out of his hands with a well-aimed kick
improvised machine gun. :)            
                                         
   (BTW, while Equator and I went to
station, Kaz once again distinguished himself.
a herd of cows and an old lady spilled out into the clearing,
herding them; Kaz started pestering
old lady with questions like "Is there
pebhe partizanen?" and "Come on mleko und ya-
ka!")                                    
                                         
   Imagine Wolf lighting a cigarette
cigarette from a log about 40 cm long
and 10 cmin diameter!                      
   Freeman and Basara were constantly arguing over
about GameBoy`me, the last one (Basara)
I was just horrified how Delphi can bypass
work without pointers, using them only
when you want.                    
  Paul Pavlov got drunk (vodka and baked
potatoes) and smeared dirt on his face. :) When
he joked that Cooler has one leg
shorter than the other, and that he will soon return to
partyplace, never reaching Minsk.
  At some point in time, people became
run into the bushes and emerge from there with a stick
kami on which lard was strung.  From
it was concluded that Cooler had already
returned, but did not reach the fire, but was
brutally eaten. :) Freeman Cooler
talked and said that hewas frying a piece of
ki Mast`a. ;)                            
   Periodically, someone would arrange mini
Mortal Kombat compos or simply  fell fromlogs The battle tuta- was recognized as the best
new - DJ Psych`a and Tornado. Head after-
The other day I experienced a terrible kick.
If there was something to shake in it,
True, there would be a concussion.        
   Somewhere towards the end of the celebration
Woolf was sacrificed and held out (in
literally!) through sacrificial
bonfire. Soon he was unlucky again:
DJ Psych drove into Woolf's healthy shoulder,
an overripe cucumber that splashed
zero in all directions, clinging to everything, hitting
on the way, with its sperm
entrails. I washed it for about five minutes
leftovers (remains?) from your package, a
a day later I found a piece of cucumber,
sticking to my right shoe. :) Clean-
Woolf also tried to get rid of this nasty thing,
and quite successfully, despite the fact that
that it is used as a cleaning agent
a piece of “paper table” was used.       
   Freeman was possessed by an obsession
throw closed (empty) plastic into the fire
glass bottles, which are pretty cool
exploded.                              
  Some aunt pen came out to us from the forest
cuohhoro age, Wolf loaded it about
mushrooms, and she, in turn,asked
light a cigarette...                              
                                         
   In the end vodka  (except
bottles, stuck with Freeman, but not
long) has come to an end, newspaper "table"
was burned, adjika from a jar, reminiscent of
something between vomit and liquid
chair,smeared all over the clearing.        
   Everyone goes to the station, deviating along the way
from the route to completely unimaginable
sides. In front of the cash register, everyone counts their
they have a duty to read the timetable
trains (although almost no one
took tickets, besides me with Equator).
Right there at the station DJ Psych gave a debut
line disassembly withlocal kaldypydue to
some kind of lighter.                      
   Finally, the train creeps up, and we
we squeeze into it. Basara falls on the si-
diagnosis and immediately turns off.  When is the train
has already set off, the counting of forgotten and
unforgotten. Everything is in place.   It takes a long time to figure out where to go.  Cxo-
are being held at Minsk-Vostochny.  With difficulty
manages to bring Basar to his senses.      
   Upon arrival at the Paul Pavlov station, do not
lets anyone leave, saying to go
need to finish. They still convince him
and everyone piles out of the car.              
                                         
   Final.  Farewells at the metro station,
Freeman passionately kisses his matroshka (he
did this quite often throughout
day), Wolf wants to drag me into a drinking session,
but it breaks off.                         
   We're going to Equator's house, write to him
ninth impulse and select the floppy disks.  On
hut it turns out that Spinal is drinking on
Spectrum sysopka in Uruchye, on the spot
Millennium Hidden Party.                 
   Spectrumists are not entirely happy with
that the date and time were not notified
holding Psycho Birthday, despite
statements by DJ Psych like "All will bewelcome". As Equator said, from the conversation
pa with Psych the day before, he realized that
The Ktumists didn't give a damn about him. Here you go
another strange feature that makes
life is interesting...                      
   DJ Psych presents all this in his own way -
mu: he’s not against spektrumists, he’s against
"children". So choose for yourself what you want
I like it better.                         
   We part on the subway.  Equator is coming to
night Uruchensky forest, I’m going home...      
   Stars, silence and darkness.  Cold
autumn air, favorite piece of steel
tpocuka in your pocket. I'm going home...          
   I open the door, and fatigue sets in
looks at me. For the report, thank B.G., forces
enough.                                 
   Let me take my leave of this.         
                                         
  P.S. As I already noted, no photos
or no video footage was taken. Eat-
National memory of the party - difficult to read
ticketby train.                     
                                         
 Minsk, Sep-16-2К, 23:58
                                         
       Updated on Sep-17-2K, 21:47       
                                         
   P.P.S. Of course, there is still some left for memory
a couple of souvenirs - a piece of the above
cucumber (I threw it away the next day) and package,
in which I brought chips and mineral water, but
he stank so much of the fire that he had to leave
seem from its further use-
nia. For gentlemen pervert-lovers, rest
rich smells is ready to give it up for a similar
price at US $5 (five dollars ;)).          
                                         
       Updated on Sep-17-2K, 22:23       
                                         
   P.P.P.S. Just talked to
Assault aka Psycho, who told me any
tortured details, witnessed
he happened to become after my departure.  It turns out that the kaldyrs with whom we deal
were chasing the lighter, following the trail of Kaza
to his entrance. :)                      
   Threw Spinal is not angry at anyone
lives and was awarded multimedia CD with
Millennium Demo Party.In addition, Equator
brought Pavlov and everyone to Paul's house
the rest of the alconauts from the night forest.
The drinking continued until one o'clock in the afternoon (the following
shchego) and ended quite naturally:
entrance to P.P. apartment now only open
Sturm and Bolf, for it (the apartment) is
is an example of chaos in the literal sense
this word. Especially the parents stayed
dissatisfied with some yellow spots on the
cold. DJ Psych suspects it's
Freeman's sperm.                        
                                         
 Updated on Sep-25-2K, 21:39       
                                         
   P.P.P.P.S. Just that they ran in_Batop
(aka Equator) and brought good news. :)
Bo firstly, perhaps there will be photos (!!!) from
types of chaos in Paul Pavlov's house.  Bo-
secondly, there is a suspicion (this is already Psych
reported) that yellow spots aretraces
valerian, which was dropped into the nose by Free-
man`u DJ MoNaH. Freeman himself at this time
slept in an embrace with the cat P.P. and don't wake up -
was loud, despite the loud music and playing
piano (this is again from Their_Batopa). Told
me Ikh_Batop and the sad story of Spinal,
whom a psychotic girl drove with a train
hall to Uruchya, saying that she owed it
damn, let him look for alcoholics himself...
Spinal began to wander around Uruch and ask
wow, where is the cafe by the lake. :) (Like me
I already said, with a lake and decent capitals
Kami rudely abandoned us). He was told that
this is in Green Meadow (for reference: kilometer-
ditch 5 - or more - to the side, completely
in another area of the city. :)) He went
there and found a lake and a pub with a proud
name "Frigate", but did not find any of
drunks, because everyone was in Ozyorsche...       
                                         
   Every time I learn more and more new things
th. I wonder when the memories will subside
troubles will stop and everything will become normal
strong look. I get tired of sculpting fix packs..;)
                                         
   And the last news for today: Tol-
leibus Tycoon akaWoolf/Psycho MARRIED-SY! At the wedding, his favorite sound constantly
my psychotic hit, which, alas, is not about
turned on the CC due to failure to carry out
wild music, namely - "Let's have a drink
a couple of drops." But the coolest thing about
that instead of a trip through historical
places in Minsk newlyweds, at the suggestion of
DJ Psych`a, we headed... to the BEER!
The drunks parted in delight, giving
drink young people a couple of drops without waiting in line.