Paaris Veinis paar veini. Biggest supporters of Espirit.

On that day, when my Mister arrived, he was already invited to a place called Paar Veini (roughly translated Couple of Wines) to play records at TMW pre-party. Since he does not play records often and he had not been in Estonia 8 months, then all worked out quite well. 

The fact that everything seems so cheap and familiar faces are everywhere, makes me overwhelmingly cheerful. Normally it would be quite tiring not to be able to buy milk with a bad-hair day and "Sexy" written on your ass, because you will definitely meet someone you know on the way. Yes, but now I do not mind at all.

Meet my beautiful minds. 

Fafafafa, I hope this is the best picture ever made of them:

I do not care about covering Triin's face with this amazingly enormous wine carafe:

Ott, Ott, what's up?:

For €10 you can get this at a bar:

(In Sweden you are lucky, if you get class of wine for that)

Creeping.

Forever alone girl tries to get a secret picture with friends:

You know I'd like to invite you over, but I'm afraid you're so hot that you'll skyrocket my 

air-conditioning bill:

"Look, guys. First fly has awaken from hibernation!"

...not a single fuck was given...

Noah's ark: 

Ott promotes drugs:

Flirting with the camera:

Just remembered I left the cooking stove on at home:

"Come to the dark side, we have cookies":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nKzRhhMlaQ

The boy wears Kraftwerk:

Tallinn.

Tallinn is one annoying mischief - with embarrassing city council; bigger holes on the roads than seen here ; free of charge transport (for those, who are registered in Tallinn). I could go on forever like this.

Still Tallinn is one. of. the. best. places. to. be. 

I should probably end with http://fuckyeahtallinn.tumblr.com/

Houses do not get taller than this:

If a person wants to chill in a ice-cold sea, then let him be: 

Making some plan B in case of falling in the water:

The cowboy is back home from London:

"Look, mama! Walking without crutches!":

Näitekas a.k.a. Together until we die.

Immobility has been a bliss, even though I am becoming more and more in shape. Hopefully on Wednesday I am able to dance already, moreover I have a proper reason, because my Mister is arriving to Estonia, yay!

On Sunday our loco poco sugar loops Theatre school (call it what ever you want) had a reunion. Since I had not seen them like nine months or so, the joy was overwhelming. A lot had happened, we tried to sum our lives up with three sentences. Lavakas, Foreign boyfriends, operations, etc - we are becoming grown ups.

As we all are busy bees, then we already planned our summer together. I personally love the time from the end of July until the middle of August - there stands "BIRTHDAY!" Not getting sober, because majority of us has a birthday then and why stop? WHY NOT LET'S GET CRAZY!

I love him to the bits.

Flashback - http://wilmacircus.blogspot.se/2011/03/laumets.html:

The evening was filled with us watching "Your face sounds familiar" on TV, since one of us is shaking his booty there:

The lost lady - now moving to the Netherlands and will be even more lost:

Ingu's pyjamas:

It was a bright moment when we popped the champagne (who am I kidding, it was Savetskoje, but it tasted heavenly):

This one came a bit blurry, but let's face the fucking fact, most of our time together has been blurry:

Ester had to run home before we got the idea to make a group picture. Next Sunday again (as it is the only day off for people of Lavakas):

Smartphones were rather rad, since even Karl now has one:

Maša and Tallinn:

They saw the musical "Shrek" and they were like this: 

 Sass in the right corner tries to recall, what has happened to us. Finding the right caption, date or even names for our party pictures is truly hard:

Earlier he had to tape his glasses on to him, before going out. Now he has gone though with an eye operations and I am now the one, who is blind. This is what happens, when you wear  0-glasses while teenager. Never mock the blind:

Estonija.

I am back in Estonia. Maybe it is female hormones talking inside me, but I feel so sentimental. Being away 8 months slaps you in the face like a big black boot. Everyday problems are so far away from me, I could not care less what is happening outside, because my bed is soooo warm and fluffy. Suspicious African kid would be truly suspicious after seeing my fridge. 

Today is a bank holiday and I went to the store to buy a good bottle of wine. I did not even want one, but after being used to with Swedish restricted alcohol policy it was a pure joy. And the prices! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

"STOP TEH MADNES, I WANTS CAEK!":

I am just sitting on the couch and watching the fireplace, my crutches stand next to me. Now I need a lot of cats and knitting skills, then we had a Old Lady Super Combo:

"O-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom" - The Story of these last three days:

Later more family members came over and we tried to fold swans from napkins, but failed.

This will do:

"IM GONNA SMILE AT U, BUT IT RLY HARD, CUZ DIS CAEK GETS ME DISTRACTD":

"MAH HAND, I LUV IT":

We found Nemo, it was in the oven:

My friend Vanja came over. Every time we get together, one public servant at "Mixing Russians and Estonians together" department will be pleased.

Integrating all the way:

I won concert tickets, but hurt my leg. Cannot be lucky all the time.

Here comes a little recap from my last days in Sweden, before I left to Estonia (it is really nice to be here after 8 months of absence, but I will come back to that later). On Friday I managed to win two concert tickets at Berns. I was beyond happy, because never have I won anything and to get in to Berns is truly expensive. Never mind that the concert turned up to be a bit of a disappointment (being polite here).

Berns never fails to impress me:

Me and Ott, we were brave, who went to the outdoor terrance. 

It was like -6 outside, almost spring weather:

Not being overly egoistic here, but it was really funny how many unattractive people there were:

Berns seen through the eyes of a LSD lover:

Walking home with full moon. 

The likely threat of werewolves:

On Saturday we had a plan to go dancing at Marie Laveau, which was first time after January for me.

Before we warmed up at Lappis of course. 

This is us taking ominous shots of tequila:

X marks the spot, they say, where treasure lies,

But it marks not these spots here in front of my eyes:

J is for just when I'm on my way out,

A friend with a credit card yells "It's my shout!":

F is for finding myself tucked in bed,

With "the falling from stairs", a memory gone from my head.

(On Sunday I spent my time at the hospital, because I had a battle with gravity and it won)

After that I just stayed in bed, since it hurt a lot and I had to use crutches to move.

Still I managed to go to work on Tuesday. Here is my cutest child wearing my wellies:

Now I am at home. Happy, waiting my Mister to arrive. 

Casual Thursday on the 6th floor - Charlie's Angels

We had an usual Thursday on the 6th floor, which meant that Charlie and his angels were dancing on the chairs and tables. 

Stockholm - mixing European cultures since 2012 August.

My headband caused such a furore that night.

"Sistah - sister for niggas":

Never mind the prices here, but the variety and the knowledge you get - priceless: 

Canada is calm and relaxed, Scotland is getting little bit anxious:

Let's enjoy this so called best place in Earth:

I'm a bird:

When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven:

Gingers be crazy:

"Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.

Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.

Charlie, how you Angels get down like that."

We heard that they are going to change the taste of Coca Cola:

Kaur, I am all good:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NhRM6Rf6mI: