My first ever St.Patrick's day celebration

*Warning! Following post might promote intoxicating substances and overly cheerful life*

Now I have come to a point in my life, where I am not able to say "Never have I ever celebrated St.Patrick's day" anymore. I have no regrets, because Sunday never has been so bright and pleasant. Sadly Monday has never felt so grey and dull, but that is another story.

On Sunday Charlie of Scotland (I gave him rather royal name) found a Irish pop playlist on Spotify and invited friends over. Wearing green and/or comedy headwear was a must.

The demoiselle on the left was the guest of honour, because she was Irish and the only one at that party. Plausibly the demoiselle on the right also has some Irish roots, but I have not have the opportunity to confirm it. 

Nevertheless the fact how they knew the songs by heart and moved like Riverdance on tour, suggests their nationality/roots:

Superficial preparations do not go together with St.Patrick's day:

Some of us have their exam period and should have been in their rooms studying.

If it is hard to resist, stop resisting it:

While exploring the house, we found Sean's spaceship that supposedly is an oven. 

"Aliens, man!":

Group picture vs. "No time to explain, must drink this cup...":

His parents heard, that he had some difficulties with Estonians and their alcohol consumption, therefore his father suggested him not to date one. "Charlie, never date an Estonian girl, they all have big scary brothers".

So true (love you, bruv)!:

Little did they know, I enjoy being in the closet.

I love my boyfriend, but I love Narnia more:

It must mean something different in Scotland:

After I found out that the national animal of Scotland is the unicorn!:

We were constantly on the watch for the northern lights, 

because of the magnet storm that were happening around us (spoiler alert: we saw them)

Mix and match 

(I should get an award every time I am drinking on the picture):

Icelandic women are no joke (In Estonian: ei ole mingi ih-ah-haa-ah-ah-haa),

 because they can lift you up without using their hands:

Amused people from France and Germany, 

who were not acquainted with the St. Patrick's day customs:  

"Five drinks for everyone":

Gentleman are evaluating the evening:

Keep those friends close, who are able to carry you home:

I have no idea, why are we examining the passport of 

the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (that is a loooooong name).

Which reminds me that I should apply for a passport, I have not had one since I was 16:

Bonnie and Clyde:

Even though my underwear is trying to escape the scene, it is still a good friend-photo:

On our way to the roof to see the northern lights:

Thank you all and I will end this post with a photo taken in Tallinn that evening:

Moderna and overall life

Were it not for Ott, I would consistently waste my days. I felt obliged to join him on Friday for free-entrance-museum-tour.

The Royal family is the ultimate bling lover:

The architecture museum - thinking about Harri:

Now thinking about Melissa:

Night falls and people turn naughty:

Finnish people are not "prosta":

Friday - the so called boat party

I spent my Friday rather haphazardly. Since I did not have any money, then £25 Boddika ticket at Berns was unreachable. This did not stop me taking the elevator (why walk?) three floors down. Neighbours. Drinks. Music. Usual.

Then we had a plan to go out to a boat party. Well, that did not work out, nevertheless I had a enjoyable night.

You know, that it has been a good night, when you wake up the next day and this greets you on FB:

Now back to the night before, the famous drink that I made for Charlie. Little gin, little wine, little whiskey, little coke - I called it "I'll-make-this-but-you-shouldn't-drink it"cocktail:

In this male dominant world, it is difficult for a girl to be noticed:

 

 Hmm, something suspicious is going on here:

Drinks like a fish and smokes like a chimney.

The last minutes before the bus, you try to fill your lungs and stomach with intoxicating things:

How a Frenchman is trying to teach Estonian language to a Scot.

"Mu tussu ei ole su tussu":

Even though the kitchen is 1m x 1m, there party is still always there:

Lean mean commuter (also some asses are checked out here):

Standing on next day newspapers:

Even though she had some dark moments before getting on the nightbus, she manage to regain her power.

This pedo guy was trying to come home with us, but we were like NO! NO! NO!:

Stockholm. Still-life.

The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognise you as a tourist.

My father came to visit me and "Bam!" now I have tonnes of Stockholm pictures. Finally, I did it.

The City Hall - Stadshuset:

The Old Town + little bit of Södermalm and Kungsholmen:

The Baltic sea and somewhere out there is Estonia:

The Vasa museum - my most visited place in Stockholm. I opened the account in year 2000

I have no idea what I am talking about:

Strandvägen:

Kungliga Slottet - The Royal Castle. 

The Royal family does not live here, but tourists do not care:

Endless escalator:

Pool ükskõik:

My love, Gröna Lund waits me silently. We will meet each other on my birthday:

The Kastellet:

The sea is blue, the seaweed has not taken over:

Basically this indicates the beginning of summer:

Skansen:

When a tree branch fascinates you, then it is Ok: 

Lidingö, my home:

International vadšeidšei day.

Embrace yourselves, it is international vadšei-dšei day.

I guess I am all grown up now, since I received these flowers:

Furthermore today my little nephew has his first birthday and also his mother has a birthday (why not let's get crazy).

If only I could be home right now and enjoy the feast:

Lucy Rose at Debaser Slussen

Well, Lucy Rose concert was truly heartwarming. That was the second time for me to see her. This time was even better, because the lyrics have had time to sync in and hello, loud sing-along. One nice surprise was the warm-up band called Peter and Kerry, probably my most googled term this week.

Since I did not have a lot of cash on me, I approached Lucy just to buy her poster. I also told her that the concert was great and I really enjoyed her at Positivus Festival. Next I showed her the handband, that I am, yes, still wearing and she was so excited to see and hear about it. She added that it's one of her favourite places and who can blame her, it really is a nice festival. Also I tried to be a proper fan, thus we made a picture together. We look like sisters:

The light was really off to make good pictures there, so I will give you some memories from the past

http://wilmacircus.blogspot.se/2012/07/positivus-2012.html:

Peter and Kerry (I added loads of videos in the end of the post):

"Hej, it is not that cold outside. Look at me with my lace dress"

Actually I froze my balls off:

My birthday is coming up in May, on my list there is also Lucy Rose vinyl:

The little small girl, who was more than surprised that so many people came to see her. "We were really scared to come so far from home. We thought that nobody will show up". Swedes do not like to push facebook attend, hence only 25 people were "officially" attending:

Nordic style - stay classy and stay warm:

Ott was beyond nice to buy this tea for me. It makes my heart warn and cheerful:

I went little crazy with links. Right now I have my sweet music period, soon I will return to Blawan and other nasty men and women:

Moon brings out the best of us. (Rolling in the snow after sauna)

On Wednesday the moon was almost like this and radiated some weird yet amusing energy. Ott came by, as well as some other friends. I warmed up the sauna, which heated us so properly, that we were rolling in the snow (I am writing this with Adele's voice in my head). True spa treatment, but we did not want to be too healthy. Of course not. As a result we opened Estonian vodka, the ultimate amusement of life. 1 litre + moon + friends = johhaidii!

The view from the sixth floor, where I live:

First we drank quality tea and discussed the matters of life:

And then...

"Look, mother, I am in Sweden and I love it": 

As we managed to persuade Doug to sleep over at Lidingö, my inner Eastern-European ordered me to open the L.V. bottle, which my dear Ian sent me (Thank you, Tallinn).

The last sip:

The moment when you have your vodka spectacles on - the dress becomes see-through:

Integrating with the Finnish. Who said we do not get along? Gives us little gherkin and maybe you get a little smirk out of us. (but still, why Finnish police fuck Estonians?):

We managed to get a coat (puhvaika, yes) for the smokers that everyone may use.
Juho enjoys the 6th floor glamour.:

I will skip all the stupidity in between. You will just get that morning after photo:

Pleasant emotions need good music: