Together again

On Saturday was Together time again. Good that we went, because we were only ones there. 

Instead of Together it should be called Half of Them Are in England.

Before the event we sat down at Fish and Wine. 

"Act rich" face:

A girl that prefers hot chocolate to alcohol (rather clever):

We were accompanied by Samuel's damoiselle and her friend:

The amount of crowd made her laugh:

There's not much to say really, we enjoyed every minute of it:

Sad girlfriends are sad, when boyfriend live in England: 

The troller-coaster:

Krõõt is a girl that doesn't take "No!" for an answer. She can kick!

It was cold and the baby was scary:

We had a tinkle:

Not sure:

They were fighting all the time, but they made up. Thank God!:

Just ignoring the boy:

Tyra Banks smize:

Socially awkward penguin at a party harassed by bullies: 

Finally we were all friends again. We had too much bitch-flakes for breakfast, now it's over:

And now back to Friday when the big football match was held...:

...OBVS we lost:

Extra, extra

Nothing new just pictures from the past. They were lost but now I found them.

Back to Friday. Me having a secret drinky:

We were there on time, but the sign said "Opened from 00:30". Sad guest is sad:

One is my good twin and the other is bad:

Felt sleepy. Why resist?

Now back to London:

London Fields market and hot knickers:

Just like that, they are hanging there:

The Contrabassist was oh-so-hot:

French Fries and the devil alcohol

It was Friday and my Mister managed to get an invitation to a secret party with French Fries (omg) performing. As I'm broke (I bought a Christmas present for that special someone. Good surprise coming up) I thought that drawing the curtain on my birthday alcohol was a good idea. No. No, it was not. Some of you don't know that my relationship status with alcohol used to be "married", yet now it's "complicated". Why do people drink when they feel like dying the next day? Am I getting old?

All my problems started with vodka not tasting well (yes, I have changed), so I forced it in. How to do Eastern Europe glamour? : go on a random doorstep and imagine it's a bar (alcohol may not be in the original bottle):

Did you know Tallinn is turning into London? There are so many British blokes here - meet Ashley from South-London. "Let's do a fashion picture. You stand there and I crawl down like a monkey," he said. Very Vogue.

Finally we were standing at the French Fries queue. It took time, so the "Speed racing team" was definitely in the wrong place: 

New sound-system in Estonia. Whatevz, once you go Boiler Room, you'll never go back: 

We moved on to a next party. Obvs better DJs than French Fries:

"We are animals" party and Liinu took it seriously:

Beyonce makes people happy (a special note to Ms.Uljata: the time has come when Lisete has become 18!): 

Puppies want to come out for a walk:

The love was everywhere. Cute couple. Just met. Kiss-kiss. Bang-bang:

The Powerpuff Girls

 (a little funny episode from that evening: we had to go to the bar called XX century and I yelled at the street "Where is XX century?" - "It's so yesterday, darling". Oh well, a little history student LOL.)

I just discovered a new "bodybuilder pose". Who am I kidding, no muscles there:

I have a thing for DJs:

Look at this blouse connection: 

Had to hold my head, because it was spinning away:

I came. Once:

That bird is like: " WTF drunk girls, you're not even in the picture. Stupid":

There's not much to say, only that you won't understand art that theater people do. At least there's one girl who is enjoying it:

We ignored gravity who's such a heartless bitch:

BAZINGA!:

Later, the morning was mocking me really bad. It continued until Sunday.

 Here you can see how I had my walk of shame to home:

Halloween in Eastern Europe

 Despite being up for 38 hours, I went to my uni Halloween party. 

Like you understand, I'm back in Tallinn.

See the feathers and the yellow nose? Yes, I'm a bird, mkay!

Wolverine:

A sheepmaster from Bayern: 

A sailor man:

Mattias dressed as grandfather:

Dead gööörlllffrieeenddss!:

Sailor man is loving it: 

The birthday girl is not loving it:

Special ones together: