Ingmar & Keit a.k.a. Hippies and Cabaret dancers

Again it's that time of the year where Ingmar becomes one year younger. This year he celebrated it with Keit and if you think that it was an usual party, then think again.

The theme was Hippies and Cabaret dancers.

Damn you hippie, your Woodstock is over:

Peace, love and HAPPINESS:

Two boys behind me said: "Vaata hipi pole folgist üle saanud" Success!

Night was full of love. I love you too V:

The wreath and me - looks like Olympic medalist:

Only the brave:

Ester had a sign around her bellybutton "Armastus päästab maailma":

It's SAUNA TIME!

So hot, steamy and blurry:

We were lucky enough to get this bouquet of flowers:

That Korean guy doesn't get Estonian traditions:

Too much. Too high:

My closest friends are all true hippies, but that doesn't mean that there weren't any Cabaret dancers:

Love is in the air. Kissing people, happy people:

Serious commune:

Spring/summer 2011 most trendy accessory:

We refuse to go to any non theme parties:

Serious sister alert (ask your parents):

I wanna eat your cig. O nommm nomm nomm:

All girls go to the toilet in a group. FACT!:

Ithaka came and sang one song, of course "HOPPAPAREI". We screamed, we asked it one more time. Afterwards we gave her that bucket of flowers:

Birthday girl:

Paula is doing Xena:

Even if it looks like Reggie is mocking Ithaka and she is crying, then actually we sang Hoppaparei to Ithaka this time:

Loooong hair:

Seksrevolutsioon on läbi, saage üle:

They are my safety net:

One good party:

Boob alert!

Time to lose control and get in touch with your inner animal (actually I'm having a tinkle without you realising it)

Do you love me the way you kiss me?:

First time ever Levikas was closed. As you see the mood is still up!:

Make party not war.

Estonian jungle

I adore summer in Estonia. Today we had an interesting idea to go and pick berries in Kaberneeme. So we did.

Our main goal was to find blueberries.

Great success:

If you're having a mental breakdown, go to the woods and sit down.

My mister has more patience for picking berries. I just ran after frogs:

Meanwhile he had changed his position:

Hold on tight:

My cheap and chic wellies:

I have a thing for frogs:

Pistsin rinda metsaga/#lost in translation#:

The forest makes us horny:

Better than Animal Planet:

So green it burns my eyes!;

Blueberries are small, so it takes time to get that bucket full:

Our fingers are still lilac. Our fridge is full of blueberry cake, thickened juice and jam. JUHUHUIIIII!

In the UK, I missed forest so bad. Nirvana.

Rooftop Cinema and "Tallinna Kilud"

I haven't seen my mister for a long time, because he is working on a movie called "Tallinna kilud". He is managing the sound.

Yesterday was the premier and it was rather lovely, almost Hollywood but not quite yet.

The rooftop was so artsy that the hotel next door flipped out:

Rather than taking pictures of "celebrities" I chose to capture our legs:

Red carpet hobo:

Tallinn and a deer under the headlights:

The mooouvie:

I forgot to shave:

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