Boddika at Slakthuset

People living in my house are really fun and genuinely lovely people, but our music-taste differs a lot. And I mean a lot. My neighbour, who listens metal, thinks that Boddika is a type of sweets or something.Therefore, nobody was eager to come with me on Friday. At moments like these I understand it's a blessing that Ott is also living here. So we went together and even my Icelandic neighbour came with us.

The party was at Slakthuset, which is the meat-packing district, with only warehouses around. Felt like London for a sec.

 The evening began on the 6th floor, as usual:

Ordinary vodka is our thing:

Mandatory work-like-Tyra Banks-in-an-elevator picture

Monika had his boyfriend from Poland visiting (lucky bastards, cant wait until Kaur is coming)

Daniele doesn't drink often, but then he tried vodka and approved:

The night when Sven was carried home. Good, when you have a great support system:

Then we all split up and I went to Slakthuset with Ott and his friends

Here we are with Anna. Myspace angle win:

ICElandic girl was cold:

We were almost the first ones who arrived there.

Group pictures and sober eyes:

Get down, get down:

The scary toilet-door:

If you're high, these lamps are making you nervous;

We found some Lidingö people there, Anna is really surprised about that:

anonymous boy:

We weren't the only ones on the dance-floor anymore:

He's the ridiculously handsome guy. Like Barney (from HIMYM), who doesn't have single shitty picture. Annoying:

We're discussing how we miss our friend Harri and his never-will-I-pay attitude:

Ott really likes to dress up warm. Even in a club.

The dip God himself - Boddika:

Oops, too low...

...now let's take it one more time, so the faces are showing:

Hairy guy also approves:

This is not Boddika, but I just can't forget when I heard it at Boiler Room

It brings back good memories "Massive, innit"
This song is how I felt on Friday:

♚ ♚ ♚

My lessons at uni have started! I am owning my Chivalry in the Middle Ages course, poems in Scots are no problem for me. The most bizarre thing about all this is that groups are never bigger than fifteen people, this makes Tallinn University mass-lectures just ridiculous. Lessons are like seminars, therefore I am wondering how the actual seminars look like.

Kaur is coming soon. Ivan promised to come soon. Laura is coming in November and Triin is here 2013. My grandfather is going to Estonia next week and bringing me all the goods, because I am not visiting Estonia any time soon. Maybe in summertime, it could be quite nice. But just come over and let's drink wine and talk about Estonian government's electricity investments, independence of Scotland, Nobel prize or Jersey Shore. My door is open.

Pictures are linked with my walk around the island and also visiting my grandfather. Over and out

Lihtsalt primitiivne - Too much too high

I'm living my champagne lifestyle with a Mõmmi/Trocadero lemonade budget to the fullest. Even though this weekend I lost something very valuable - luckily everyone's alive and I can just buy it back. See, I can't suppress my inner Eastern European, who enjoys a good party despite weather, lost things and a burning house. Like my good friend said "I do sometimes wish to possess the willpower to stop before fucking up." 

In spite of everything my mind is happy and my body says "Söö sitta!" These feelings make me miss Karl right now. He would say "Kirstus võid ka magada" - "It's time to sleep, when you're dead" and that's all I need.

Let's just try to remember what happened on Friday. 

I truly love my Vanlig Vodka - Ordinary Vodka. As you can see, it's nothing special, even the label says so.

Here you can see different reactions while listening Beyonce. One is covering her ears, one is really disgusted and one is enjoying it to the max:

Girl from Poland knows how to party. I've seen her drinking vodka with cucumbers and sugar. Not bad:

Our family dinner, everyone knows that it's not good to drink while you haven't eaten anything:

We tried Icelandic Brennivin and I guess Monika wasn't that excited:

Sometimes Italians don't get it:

We were having 60's party downstairs, but I said I really need to go out. My neighbour wasn't sure if he should come with me. Then I promised it's going to be fun and insane night. I kept my promise:

Now kiss and make up:

We headed to Lappis that is a student housing Mecca:

Even though it was hard for us to cope with the escalators, he is still giving out a peace sign:

I'm lost, but I'm hopeful. Everything is going to be quite fine:

We saw Uros (our landlord) and Sven is just overwhelmed:

We met this Austrian boy, who could say only one thing in Estonian "Laku vittu!". Kas tõesti minu kodumaa!

Look at this German connection. I hope that they are singing otherwise the girl is just terrified by Sven.

We actually listened all the hits that made to world go round in 90's:

Well, well, well. What do we have here:

"Hello, mother! I'm all fine, don't worry. Love!"

If you say that beds at Lappis are small, then your argument is invalid:

There's always that ridiculously photogenic guy in the group:

Can't really remember why the iPhone was that interesting:

Let's ignore the gravity to the max:

Longboard is something that comes hand in hand with Ott:

It was time for us to leave and Ott longboarded to Södermalm:

Happy:

Sense, this pictures makes none. Can't remember why I have a Latvian flag in my hand.:

As we wanted to be rebel enough and continue going to another party, we understood that it's Stockholm and there's no Levikas here. So the bright ideas started coming. Instead of taking tunnelbana (that's runs all night long) we hitch-hiked to TKH. After talking with every stranger on the way, we arrived at "Mexico party" (as me and Sven refer it):

We got home safe. My neighours had cleaned my room and left the door opened, so I was freaking out where my key was. All a big mess and blur.

That's why on Saturday I look like six year old girl with a bow. My body was weak, but it didn't mean I was staying at home:

Of course I ended up at Marie Laveau with Ott and his friends. He got lucky and I woke up today happy and fresh:

If you're going to hell, keep on going.

Home and tjejkväll

My apartment looks now little different and also my friend Vilja came by. I cut her hair and she did braids for me. Typical girl-night actually, we had a pillow-fight and we run around naked.

 

 Oestrogen is running high in this room:

Others say that I stole this poster, I consider it a loan that I will never give back.

I'm so going there:

Nice view at the floral bed:

I just ordered fifty photos more:

I'm in the sky:

This and that:

bling!:

In tea we trust:

Not another easy braid. Thank you, Vilja:

I cut her hair. One hot piece of ass: