A day in the city

My New Year's resolution was to relax a bit more but I cancelled it. Relax? like dead? No-no. After Piret missed her bus to Frankfurt I felt bad for her and invited her to stay at my place. The day before my little brother Ian came to visit me. Like you see we have real disco here. That is not all. On Saturday Mia with her S is coming to Rochester. There is no sign of loneliness. On Wednesday my dear friend Laura came to London. Last time I saw her was in the airport when I started my journey here. Can you keep up? A day in the city was full of The British Museum, enjoying sales everywhere, Harrods, a lot of fun and love.

First of all The British Museum:

Ian says "Uhke värk":

Daddy, daddy! Look I am in Mesopotamia:

The coolest kid in town:

We do love kittens:

If I had the chance I would be a goddess in Ancient Greece:

We got no money in the bank:

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The Batcave:

I would wear it nothing underneath, so buy it for me:

Yes? No? Maybe?:

Madonna's cones:

Baaah, London makes my heart boom-boom:

Sale = cheap and chic:

There's no end with beautiful things:

L A U R A ♥, me and sale

Kakoi košmar! Bling bling:

Laura, Wilma and Topshop:

Laura and lady who wants to buy a skirt:

Post-Christmas madness:

Laura, Wilma and the Queen:

You know we have this wonderful TV here:

About 20% of Toomklubi Teatrikool:

Our bathroom is inspired from Lord af the Rings and houses of hobbits:

Me, Laura and Ben:

ANTM and wanna be on the top? Smise!:

Can't get enough. This time me, Laura, Ben and Smokie:

The saint:

After saying goodbyes with Laura we met with other Laura who work in tourism business. We got a free ride on a sightseeing bus. Us and Chinese people. A lot of fun!:

When others had a flight with London Eye we were down to Earth and revealed the secret about birds and the bees to Ian:

back in Rochester. back at home

The saga continues

You know the story and I have few pictures to add.

NYE saga continues.

Coca, Fanta, Sprite. Fanta, Sprite eji olje:

Trying to write something witty but those two mountains are blocking my everything:

As you see two of our bibles:

Just to be one of those look-at-my-bloody-outfit blogs:

Sovetskoje makes me work:

Just to be one of those look-at-my-earrings-blog:

Welcome to the Old Blue Last:

Soon it became like this:

Cheeeeees:

XXX adult movie spam:

Who?

What:

With my biggest hero, Posh Spice:

When?:

Why?:

Wowwwww!:

Too much. Too high.

You drink. You die:

I stole glasses from a hipster and he was really pissed:

Then came this other girl and I laughed. Baaaah!

Hands up who is meaning to eat more salads:

Crying because I have all these boys but I don't have THE boy:

#error#:

You can run, but you can't hide. The last sip of alcohol is mine!:

HAPPY NEW BLOODY YEAR:

the end

The Queen Bee's New Year

About 7pm we sat on a train to London that marks the beginning of it all. Me and Laura had bought early-bird tickets to Old Blue's NYE party but Piret was without. So we ran from Victoria to Liverpool street. We arrived there just in time for the Russian New Year (madness). After several attempts of finding a hole in the fall; being terribly late; buying Coca Light instead of regular; realizing after standing on the platform for a while that Hammersmith and City line is out of order - after all that, I had a very bad feeling about it all. Estonian New Year we spent underground. We ran, ran, ran. Arriving to Laura's place seemed to be the happiest moment in the evening. Maybe our luck was about to turn. "What starts bad, ends good". Yes? Quick drinks and off we went. We ran, ran, ran. Pariah went on 11pm (Happy New Year! Gott nytt år, Sverige!) and to miss that would have been silly. On the way we enjoyed Laura's surprise: original Sovetskoje Igriskoje! When I saw it I started crying. MINU KODUMAA! Then we arrived to NYE disco. Pariah was on. After him Girl Unit. Vau-vau-viii-vau - I must say. Actually I missed New Year and everything that comes with it, fireworks and shit. Even when my blood circulation was running on pure alcohol I was so sad that my Mister was so far away with my New Years kiss. I couldn't bear to see everyone licking each other so I stayed in and danced the pain away. Afterwards I had the opportunity to talk with Pariah and say "Good job!". Everything from R&S is pure gold and I listen it with my hEARt. Actually I said something like this to him: "We (me and Laura) represent the Pariah Fan Club in Sweden. You are good, but you will never beat Abba" and Laura added "When I heard you preform for the first time I came twice". Of course he thought that we were just those too-much-too-high girls. Actually it felt like I was six again and somehow I met Spice Girls. Pariah played Pearson Sounds. Uuuuush! Like you understand I talk about Laura and me all the time. Where was Piret??? We truly didn't know, but I have to say I think I fell in love with her. WHAT A GIRL! So much to say. My memory has failed me. I do know that my Mister was really worried (puss och kram). 8pm I manage to arrive at home (alone! great success) . All pictures are in another camera and we don't have USB cable, so the saga continues.

Kaur, Kaur tule koju.

Even in the middle of London I had not lost my ability to open Sovetskoje with grace, bang and no spilling :

My New Years resolution is to have more fun!:

Me and the famous photographer (USB come to mama) a.k.a. Edie and Andy:

More fun than should be allowed:

See, I am HOPELESS with names, faces and people. Boy X:

"You know there's a car that runs on water. ON WATER, man!" and everybody came to see the person who was talking about it:

The Powerpuff Girls:

Yes, this is backstage:

Still. Happy 2010!:

Never ending nights and miserable mornings. LOVE