Ott's birthday full of surprises.

I have a friend called Ott and I would say he's special (not saying he's retarded in a polite way). The best words to describe Ott would be a friend's person - you could probably call him 3AM and ask him to pick you up in the middle of Lasnamäe. He would come, I am sure (yes, I have high hopes). Also he is utterly observant and notices every little detail about you, making you feel good about yourself. Don't get me wrong, he is not a friendly person, because when you are not his friend he does not give a single fuck.

Long story short: that dickhead is actually a giving person and that's why by any means we try to give him something really enjoyable back on his birthdays. Last year we gave him a longboard - success level maximum. This year we kidnapped him and took him to bag-jumping, furthermore when arriving back home a private concert of Epifolium was waiting for him. Success level - overload error.

But let's start from the beginning.

Since Epifolium needed some time to set up his gear and make a soundcheck, we needed to get Ott away from his house. We called his parents and told his guests to continue without him and took blindfolded Ott to a car ride. When we reached our final destination - Noblessner, a ugly site was waiting for us that is to say the Bagjump was closed down. Panic arouse. 

Luckily Virgo was waiting for us and had a little talk with the guys managing the Bagjump. Some minutes later we had the gear up and running. Sadly Ott is rather bright one and understood from the noise where he was. 

Here Ott thinks I am taking picture of him alone:

We took him upstairs blindfolded. Whispers. Giggles. 

Then we took the blindfolds off and the same second he was pushed off. 

Ott was happy. He jumped like forty four times more and was even happier. 

Hell, even I jumped! 

Here he thinks that 10€ (20 pitching in) jump was his one and only birthday present.

Noup!:

On our way back home Ott got to drive a very uh-uh-huu car, which went really fast. That meant we were approaching home way too soon. Then the procrastination-to-the-max started. First we went to a store to buy a cake, then we lied that the car is broken and finally Meowlin was faking that she was starting to puke. Never mind the silliness, we arrive home at the right time. 

Here Ott is giving thank you speech to all his guest. He does not know yet that Epifolium was waiting around the corner. 

Kinder Surprise for adults:

Then followed one of the sweetest and most intimate concert I have ever been to. I felt a special urge to sit really close to my Taadu and kiss him repeatedly. 

Epifolium was just born to perform at Ott's sauna:

In the end of the post you can find the recording from that night. Surely listen! 

Epifolim is Canadian with Estonian roots. Few years ago, after a university lecture, he decided to visit the country his parents were from. The trip, that was designed to last few weeks or months, lasts until this day. Estonia turned out to become his home. #talendidkoju:

Then the party was heading in another direction, as originally Ott was planning a rave party with socks. Very nice pairs we managed to buy (Thank you Melissa for the pictures):

Group picture fail:

Group gif win:

I like my men strong

(and for the future - I am never too fat, he is too weak):

A rave it is.

Probably Epp put Michael Jackson on:

Meowlin kicks ass:

All boys ran away from vagina invasion:

22+n, but still like 16:

Lets give Ott chance to conclude how he liked his birthday:

Next year he will get only socks and cheap shit as a present. Back to basics.

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!: