Midsummer's Eve. Vana hea Jaan.

This year we had a quite radical plan for Midsummer's Eve, which meant escaping Tallinn and getting near the nature. Simples. Last year we couldn't celebrate the most important holiday and peak time in Estonian alcohol sales, because we were stuck in Rochester. Then the most greenest area around was the pot of basil on our kitchen table. Living far away from home suits me well - I do not have to be in Estonia for Christmas and I don't get any emotions on Independence day, but I need to be near friends and wilderness when it's Midsummer's. Yes, peeing in the woods is THAT much fun.

Especially when living in the north can be a heartless bitch, you know all the polarbears and -30 degrees, then the endless light in the summer is a bliss. Sleeping with the sun and dancing with the sun.

Kreisi Komando 

(I almost even considered photoshopping Kaur off, but despite his lack of theatre skills, he is very important to me and does not play Sudoku. He fits, I say) :

Well, I thought my filmroll was already full, but I accidentally managed to take this photo.
Thank God that Ingu 'Ei teadnud, et pilti tehti':

This is what happens when local shop in Kuusalu has a campaign price for Gin Tonic. The sandy beach turns into cruise ship heading to Helsinki:

Hello. This is my best friend.
 He is a changed man, since he now has a smartphone (R.I.P. Nokia tune) and he also is working out. 

Mister Stick is turning into Mister Hunky:

"Džešuš, take me now, I do not want to live on this planet anymore":

Now you can say goodbye to your
'Toight as a toiger' cream and throw away those expensive spa tickets.
Everything that you need for smashing beauty is just around the corner:

'Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over':

Oh, disgrace. Oh, the embarrassment.
We have talked about this before and it is even written in the constitution of Estonia.
 Never, and I mean never, one must not spill alcohol, because alcohol does not grow on trees!:

We had this quiet night with Kiki and the others, when a bunch of drunk local people came around. They were talking about a man, who was also drunk (surprise, surprise), but despite his intoxication took his boat and went to the sea to catch fish. Without oars, of course. And to make it even more stupid the fog was so thick that first I thought my vision was getting really blurry because of not wearing my glasses, but it turned out the Mother Nature had been a bitch that night.

People were screaming on the beach: 

"Kkkk-rrriiiiii-stooooooo!"

pause

"Yeeeee-eeeees!"

even longer pause

"Aaaaaaare youuuuuu ooooooooo-oooookay?"

a bloody long pause

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees"

The story ended with the man returning and giving us three alive flatfish. We were all little thrown back by it, but Sass took the lead and chopped them clean. Their nerves kept on moving even on the fireplace. GROSS!

True friends are the last ones standing...

...and the first ones dying in the morning. Always together!:

The trip had to be beyond awesome, because I still have truly strong positive emotions towards it, despite arriving home with 38,6 fewer. Let's say I was puking of joy (karma bites you in the ass, even when you aren't drinking)

Toomnunnad and summer situations.

I have so many stories to tell you, some of them are rather important. Little hint: I just arrived back from London, which means three film-rolls full of excitement. My laziness has got me so far that I am only in June with my blog. Totally a first world problem "My blog isn't up to date, booohoo!".

Now straight to business.

One evening in June my Toomnunnad and I got together. A casual drinky behind Solaris and pregnancy rumours, like we always roll.

Nights are so bright that they burn our eyes:

Our main sponsors are crisp and alcohol factories:

That night we were cycling around and didn't have any money to spend, but that did not stop us taking picture of Triin and Viktor. I just now understood that together they are T.V.:

The day before Midsummer's Eve we went to Ott's place. Not like Ott is cool or anything, but his dog is awesome. 

Berrymore. Barrymore. Perrimoor. (I haven't seen his ID, so I do not know how to write his name):

Also has this ping-pong table that makes you Chinese:

Grilling fish on the fireplace and jumping in the cold stream. 

Prosta glamour - the best:

"Is it a horse?...NO!...It's a dog!"

Never ending vodka shots make the night go round (the shots are in a trowel, which has a bicycle bell on it. GENIUS!):

The youtube generation:

Hangovers are meant to be celebrated with walks by the beach.

Rather nice friend picture:

Life's good!

Väike-Maarja and Turist. Ian's big bang.

Now a little "here, there and everywhere". 

First comes the story how Kaur woke me up one day and told me to get ready, since he wanted to take me to Väike-Maarja. Thereafter we were already in a car. The goal for our journey was to buy Kaur a Turist bicycle and we somehow even succeeded. Now a little photo review:

A city child is let loose.

"Põlla! Põlla! PÕLLAA!":

Väike-Maarja town centre and main square:

Home for geniuses:

Kaur had an emotional question. 

We picked Loobu, because we got him a bicycle. Hipster win:

Days later a boy named Ian graduated. Yes, the small little McDonald's monster is FINALLY grown up.

Ian is happy. Mama is happy, but Armenian grandmother is teary:

"Ei pannud tähele, kui pilti tehti"

On our way to Linnateater "Pal tänava poisid"

Nummi one step closer to heaven

This year my good old friend Nummi thought that "It's a wrap, everybody!". Studying theology and questions like "So, are you religious?" might get rather annoying, so bye-bye Tartu. 

Nummi and I have come a long way since I was twelve or something. She was my classmate's older relative (yes, very Estonia). Words 'cool' and 'awesome' were in order - not like she isn't that anymore, but I would now use different words. She was a lot of fun too, I instantly remember the time when we pretended to be pregnant on public transport just to get a seat. Or the awkward date with two guys on an ice-rink. 

Well, cheers for the youth!

Mari-Liis made a timetravel from the '70s that day:

In Estonian everybody knows everybody somehow. 

Look at this weird connection:

"I have a bachelors degree and it's only MINE!"

Of course a proper ceremonial event needs immediate cigarette break (few minutes later we were stuck with one of the heaviest rains I have ever witnessed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRsl38_HuK0):

Tartu with its wooden houses, which have a bigger balcony than the apartment itself.

Bliss:

"Bible and I have come a long way":

Mari-Liis makes you and takes you high since 2003 (or 2004):

Vertigo friends' annual get-together:

Prasdnik:

The morning after. 

Kaur got a lot of romantic inspiration from that place and writes a facebook status about it:

MINU KODUMAA ON NIIIIIII ILUS!:

Norman's birthday and glimpse of June

One month in Estonia is nearly over, cannot complain really. It is impossible to highlight one special event, since there is a lot happening while not mowing the lawn (yet again). In a week time we are flying back to England to officially see my Mister to become highly educated. 

If you cannot find me, I am usually in the hammock reading old newspapers and learning something 'new'.

"Oh, when did that happen?" "Oh, he died." yes, like a year ago, but okay. 

Even Harri, the future architect, is facinated by our little house with a real "Ding-dong" doorbell:

While others are chatting, Harri is sitting in the house and the dog is just "What the fuck, man!":

Now to Norman's birthday

He is officially my antidepressant: 

The beginning of a new era - when you find more food than alcohol at birthday parties:

Vanim, vaimne ja väärikas:

His birthday cake brings all the people in the yard:

My boyfriend, bunnies and I:

sorry about the stripes.

Tallinn FC Reaal

I have always been pretty distant when it comes to sports, but lately I have really enjoyed watching football. Especially FC Reaal games, since they are rather funny bunch to keep track of. 

During the game a crow landed in the middle of the field. It did not move, despite people running competitively around and over. Other crows were flying around and trying to hit it, or even kill it. Weird nature combo that Mihkel solved (the crow got hit by a car later): 

Ott with stockings:

Kisses and hugs:

Footballers have a great support system:

Tour d'ÖÖ juuni väljalase

Every time I cycle around Tallinn, I am so grateful when I arrive home alive. Some drivers try to run you over, while saying sentences like "Don't you have something better to do than block my way here" or "*insert random Russian insult here*" It seems like Estonia is not ready for bicycles, black people nor gays, although a great amount of people disagree. Tour d'ÖÖ is one example of counteraction. Change is good, which means soon a gay black person can safely cycle home.

"Car runs on money and makes you fat, but bicycle runs on fat and saves you money." - that day we cycled all together about 70 kilometres and I could not sit the next day. 

In everyday-life Estonians are individuals and like to be alone, still time after time they come together to make something big - Laulupidu, tantsupidu, lihtsalt pidu:

If I remember right, then this is a bicycle made in Estonia, which has a little electric engine: 

Heading to Kopli - how great of an idea would it normally be?:

Loviis and I. 

My red jacket has become my trademark, it's now 'my thäääng'.