Kuru Pre-Plirr at Kultuurikatla Aed

Our friends are throwing this festival called Kuru Plirr, actually at first it was Kuru Krill, but because of too much drama it changed. Yes, the alternative music scene in Estonia is like TeleNovela - tears, brothers turning out to be mothers, basically all that shit. Anyways the festival is rather relaxing, you can see it yourself by checking some flashbacks of the first and the second Krill Plirr. 

Since good stuff tends to pass by rather quickly, then few weeks ago Kuru was extended by Pre-Plirr. Trying not to brag here, but my Mister (Espirit) properly heated up the place, hence I had an urge to have a bagful of panties, so I could just throw them at him. 

 J.E.M.M. is jamming:

Since I do not have a smartphone, I cannot make an Instagram account, which is rather important,
because it is really difficult to stalk my friends without it.
Luckily Mihkel made me an account and that night we posted my second ever insta picture. 

Oh, all the filters and all the likes!:

"Well, I really don't want to kiss you" and the other one is thinking about her dog:

Times were much easier, when he did just DJ sets,
but now we need a truck to deliver all the magic-music-gadgets at the party:

Too concentrated, cannot see kissing children:

Ott has a new phone:

Melissa is showing the direction. It could go either way:

The girl wants to have Kaur's babies:

One random hispter from Dalston was lost in space:

"One wet booty coming up!":

In the end we're all happy (even when Hagi does not show up):

SEE YOU AT KURU 26-28 JULY!

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!: