Sometimes perfection has to take a holiday

Magdo, to si radši nepusť, to by ses jenom lekla :)

Last week, we visited Brugges (this decision was influenced by watching “In Brugges”) and officially inaugurated (and terminated) this year’s festival season. As every year, the festival weather was terrific (a bit too much sun maybe?), the music was good (when I come to think about it, last year’s music wasn’t that good…) and (new!) even after the last day I was still able to hear things (due to my new – and rather expensive – ear plugs which are supposed to reduce the volume, but to leave things like melody, bass, guitars etc untouched. Obviously the first factor (melody) is irrelevant at a metal festival, but still (and I kind of doubt the rest – it really seems to depend on the band – Slipknot sounded shitty with them, but I’m not sure if that was due to the quality of their performance, or the ear plugs).

Also, New Year’s resolution to have a look at the line up before buying the tickets was a good one – the had Korn there, and Slipknot, Static X (well, it seems they play everywhere, but anyway), Soulfly and good old Marilyn M. (mind you, I’m not a MM fan, but his performance wasn’t as bad as the last concert I saw with him – at least he play as long as promised, did not spend most of his time lying around on stage, even communicated with the audience and reduced at least 3 microphones to dropping pieces of metal-saliva-things).

Ohn, and Brugges are nice, but expensive (and watch the movie!).

L.: Aiko rikala, ze mam neco upect… Tak si neco vyber.

U.: Makova buchta!!!!

L.: Ja jsem to vedela…*Tak dobre, kdyz to musi byt… Ale nemam recept.

U.: Nevadi, ja mam.

(o pet minut pozdejic)

L.: Ja kynute testo neumim.

U.: Vsak to neni kynute testo, to je normalni Backpulverteig.

L.: Ja vim, ale to testo je najake divne. A vubec, s nemletym makem to bude divne. Ja si pamutuju, ze minule ti to vubec nechutnalo.

U.: Ale chutnalo! Tobe to nechutnalo.

L.: Nemam rada makove buchty. Nesnasim mak. A toto testo je nejake divne.

U.: Tak vis co, ja udelam to testo, a ty nastrouhas jablka.

L.: Grrr. Ja nesnasim strouhani jablek.

U.: Ale urcite se ti to bude libit vic nez delani toho testa.

(L. strouha jablka, U. dela testo)

L.: A nemely bysme uz delat ten mak?

U.: Ne, proc, to pujde rychle.

(o minutu pozdeji)

U.: Uz bysme mely delat ten mak, nemyslis?

(L. zacina s makem)

L.: Tady ten recept je nejaky divny, tam je vzdycky malo mleka.

U.: Grr, kdo jsem dal ten pekaci papir? S tim to jde fakt debilne.

L.: Ja jsem ti rikala, ze to je blbe testo.

(potom, co uspesne vsechny suroviny skoncily na plechu a s plechem v troube)

L.: Jak dlouho to tam ma byt?

U.: 40 minut.

L.: To je nejaka divna buchta. Proc tak dlouho?

U.: Nepripaluje se to? Nejak to tu smrdi.

(po 20 minut v troube)

L.: Tak ja to teda vytahnu, mi se zda, ze uz to je hotove.

Ucastnici se domluvi, ze vsechno, co je na tom podareneho, se pripise Lence, zbytek Urukovi.

Buchta se podarila (Lenka se stezuje, ze nesnasi nemlety mak). Aicina navsteva (Anglican) rika, ze mak je vyborny, pokud clovek nepocita s tim, ze to je cokolada.

*Pozdeji rika, ze to vedela, ale ze se teda obetovala…