Tour d'ÖÖ Tartu + Meowlin's mamma and pappa

Since Meowlin was visiting Estonia unknown time-period, then we had to hurry to get the taste of summer in two weeks time (later it became three weeks or even more, but hey, who's counting). We calculated and became sure that we clearly have to attend the cherry on the cake - Tour d'ÖÖ. 

In Tartu, that is. Yes, very brave. The usual "let's drink until the first bus to Tallinn leaves" got a little twist, considering that we stayed at Meowlin's grandparent for three whole days (!).

Somehow the birthday party of Müürileht was held the same night, along with Espirit as one of the artists playing there. Pöööörfect. I really love when plan comes together.

The famous "know your home country" train, that stops at every bush and hill. 

Still managed to stay positive:

The next day we went to the thrift stores and Meowlin got multiorgasms 

thanks to those cheap Prada, Jil Sander and Mulberry.

(waiting for Mari-Liis to join us):

The sweetest grandparents. 

Never have I ever had to fight for the right to say No! to food. It was hard, but there are limits to human powers. On the other hand I could not say No! while grandpa was offering us Kännu Kukk. 

Oh, it still burns inside:

All the honey's who makin' money

Throw your hands up at me

(Picture by Heikki Leis)

Us:

(Picture by Heikki Leis)

Mrlz:

(picture by Rando Kall)

Such a powerful event:

After it all Meowlin should have gotten a medal, since she passed the route with downhill bike. A pain in the ass, literally I guess. In the end Meowlin was screaming "I've had enough, fuck it" and cycled down the stairs. It was like a straight wall, coco loco mofo. She survived it all.

(Then we took some drinkies of course):

Quite nice park squad:

We decided to make one more and TiLo is not pleased:

Highly equipped night riders.

Vodka, little juice to get it down and chocolate to keep you going:

Müürileht.

The singer thought I was next one in line to preform, I presume:

Oh and then the bang of the night happened. 

Meowlin had her liquid dinner and decided to attend Tour d'ÖÖ goldsprint.

She did it of course with high heels and without any winning expectations. 

She came second among females. WTF?! Amazing!

(her grandparents did not believe it, because it did not say anything about it in the newspaper)

I did make more picture with low shutter speed and they did not come out, which is sad since Espirit performed really well. Even played "Private kind of happiness", wowza.

Instead I'll show you how he carried my bicycle on the train back home. 

My hero!:

Sauna and ping-pong at Ott's place

Our Erasmus friend Julian was visiting Estonia, thus we had to show him how life works on the East side. Basically we did the traditional routine, the fun triangular: vodka - sauna - pingpong.

La läl-lä-bü

Epp and Barrymore are almost the same height while sitting down:

Optimistic start of the table tennis tournament.

Juss was the ultimate winner:

Ott is doing yoga:

Embrace the skin you are in:

Well, well, well. 

 The dew mark is trying to hint that I do not have any bladder control:

"In the end there's only love"

Russian Cocaine - I remember it as the greatest find of summer 2013:

Vodka makes the girls go spicy:

The morning after - trying to make the dog look at the camera:

Alway fun at Romantiku tee.

Lowi Vi at Ateljee 13

There's no centre if I spin away and just like that I took a brake from blogging. Now I have to face the consequences - a lot has happened. I have a job. I have my last year at uni, but fuck unimportant stuff and let's go back one month, when a fashion brand Lowi Vi held a little "Hello, world. We are here" party at Ateljee 13. 

LowiVi.com (click-click)

This woman is like a stop sign, you just cannot walk by without noticing her. 

"Wish you could be my homework, so I could slam you on the table and do you all night":

I have never been backstage at a fashion event,

 but I guess the toilette rolls are there for taking the beauty off/down. 

Even the prettiest have to rest:

 I'm still not friends with my camera, it is mainly because I am afraid to use the flash, as then people try to kill me for making them blind:

We blocked the car road with tall beautiful women:

My dear girlfriend Triin.

 I haven't seen her in ages and that makes me grumpy:

Those two very special boys like their music bouncy and their vodka Ukrainian 

(love the shades in the mirror)

Look at me, not so Snow White anymore. 

One day Mr.Tan was jumping around in my garden, I chased after him and managed to catch him;

Those eyes are shooting lasers:

Lowi Vi biggest fans and supporters:

 I guess he is thinking naughty stuff 

(oleme koos nagu stepsel ja pistik,
meist läbi käib särts)

 The night took us to Levikas, but some heels needed fixing with a duck-tape.

Always classy, never trashy!:

Ingmar's birthday. Wonderland inside an apartment.

August (including 31.july) is one tough month, then a lot of important and lovely people have their birthdays. Nine months before it is Christmas...all the lights and romance has affected their parents, if you know what I mean. Love. Love. Love. 

Ingmar is one of them.

 He passionately loves his friends, giving so much, even on his own birthday. Not relaxing, just full throttle onwards. Sick, how high has he raised the true party quality. Mind blown. Let him live forever, I say! 

Ingmar, may you never run out of champagne:

The theme of the party was your favourite era or nowadays. 

I picked a black dress, since it is bloody timeless. :

The view that opened up once I walked into Ingmar's apartment made me speechless. 

Balloons, trimmings, feathers, beautiful people: 

Karl ajab tüdrukute pead sassi.

My head was spinning around:

Let me just say that Laura Lisete KILLED IT that night. Absolutely beautiful woman walked in and my jaw dropped on the floor, so I stepped on it. 

WOWZA!:

A little waffle you need, before liquid dinner:

 (I am so checking Karl out here):

Exactly at midnight we went outside and sang to Ingmar. As he just had thrown out one bed from his apartment we put Ingmar on it and lifted it x+1 times. Little note here, the 80th birthdays is going to be a killer, our hands will fall off. Anyways then Ingmar disappeared, leaving a note behind. Mission "Where's birthday boy" took us on the rooftops and on the streets. Despite the danger, we managed to survive. Eventually we also found Ingmar. Happy end.

Kät from London/Paris/*insert some big city name here* was visiting Estonia. Of course we had to drag our intoxicated asses up on the roof, next to SEB main building.

F-a-b-u-l-o-u-s:

The broken bed and us trying to Vogue. Never mind that Kät just hurt herself and blood was everywhere. Drunk mind does not understand nor notice.

Estonian nature, Kakerdaja Fen. MINU KODUMAA!

From my mother I got a warm heart and from my father I got endless thirst, also I cry like the farmer's wife every time I climb on the top of the highest platform in Estonia (which is like 3m).  Basically that altogether makes me utterly Estonian.

AGA KAS TÕESTI MINU KODUMAA ON NII ILUS VÄ? HING JÄÄB KINNI SIUKSE ASJA PEALE!:

We were just chilling at our summer cottage near Jäneda and went to see Kakerdaja Fen, which was amazing. Furthermore, we managed to see a baby viper and I am truly fascinated by snakes, creep as I am. Kaur not so much.

Never could I ever live in a big city. 

Maybe little bit of "Meeletu" inside me?

"Go home, hippie. Your Woodstock is over!"

Still high from Ott's birthday

Laumets 23

31th of July is marked red in my calendar and has a thick line around it. Yes, such a special day. Beyond special actually, because it's Karl's birthday. He is a piece of gold of the bottom of the blue - hard to find, but when you do you'll never let go. Therefore his birthday is ker. nah. mul. poh. ma. surnd.!

There's not enough word's to describe him. Year 2011 I wrote this post about him: 

  "Laumets" (click)

Stay cute, Wish big.

Never let anyone count your candles:

The photographer tricked us and we forget to make our usual "picture faces".

Instead laugh is our present:

Those new smartphones are getting ridiculous:

He dreaming about his 80th birthday. 

I guess nothing has changed, we are all there and so are our rheumatisms:

He never invites friends over, but they still come.

Every year he tell us not to bring any presents, we always do.

Basically we ignore everything he says:

I made this cake for him, which was a failure and screamed "29!"

My hands are shaking after years of heavy drinking, pardon:

Group photo together with Karl's family.

Koorekiht!

After the group picture was done, surprise guest were jumping out from every corner, 

like mushrooms after heavy rain (koorekiht on koorekiht):

I have to pee, Kaur is the only sober one and Kersten really is harassed by the flash:

 Long live Karlovitš!

Me, me, me and me. The usual.

I have one week of summer left then I start working, which is rather nice since a dollah makes me hollah. Furthermore stores are filled with 'Hello school' signs, basically it is time to start buying pencils and notebooks with kitties on them. Bitches loves kittens. I am not very happy to go back to uni especially since my sweetest and funniest Ivan is moving to the Netherlands. They all are going, but I guess right now is my time to stay. And my Mister's. He cannot run away from the house chores anymore, tonnes of snow needs to be handled. Muahahhaa.

Otherwise life is good, although I miss my children, whom I babysat in Sweden. 6 and 8 year old children fluent in French, Swedish and English. Seeing all the Facebook updates makes me miss my geniuses. Also cannot wait until E & L will do the impossible and make me auntie Wilmps. No surprise that all we ever talk about with Ella on Skype is babies (not in a creepy way, as if you would understand)

Got really talkative here, but actually I just wanted to show you myself in every possible angle.

This one is made after Kuru, when I undid my 'festival hairdo', which gave me a massive afro. 

Would like to say that we had this fabulous lounge party with friends and champagne, 

but fake it until you make it:

My boobs have wings:

The best reason to make your tummy ache:

Too soon?