2013 from January to June.

This is for 50 year old me to remember the year 2013.
bang-bang boogie

The year started in Stockholm, luckily Kaur was visiting me the whole month.

Sadly I looked like a ten year old. Jailbait all the way

On New Year's Eve we had a fancy dinner together with my Lidingö people.

A truly lovely year/chapter in my life.

Slussen has become a traditional place for me to celebrate New Year's Eve. 

It was an interesting evening with fancy dress-up party 
and the year started with a massive drama my neighbour made. 
She claimed I get too much attention and everybody loves me and hated her (?? problems much). 
Mean girls all the way. Not a single fuck was given from me tho. 

Happy new year!

Few week later in the beginning of January. Triin came to visit me (and brought cheap Homeland vodka)

Then it was time for half of the Lidingö people to go home, because Erasmus time was over.

And I quote myself from back then- 

"Well, well, well - I am not sure how to end this long and insufferable silence. My mood has been on a roller-coaster ride and here comes the reason why. Firstly my Significant Other left the Scandinavian grounds last week. We are used to not being in the same country, but at least one thing to appreciate now is that we are situated in the same continent. Still feeling sad that he is not present.

The miserable let's-wave-goodbye-and-wipe-our-tears-so-nobody-will-notice (and for your information everybody always notes your bloody red eyes). This madness continued all last week and keeps on doing so, because my sweet neighbours and lovely people around me are now scattered around Europe, since their time here was over. 

Before they went, we had three days long blurry madness, because "Why not, let's get crazy", but "Wake me up before you go-go"

Polish Monika and Icelandic Anna:

And I licked Georg's face like there's no tomorrow:

Then we waved goodbye our fellow mates, yet four girls stayed. 

Girls went wild as you see:

A lot of partying was done that year. 

I started meeting new people and soon found new fellow mates:

New people arrived to Lidingö in the end of January, also old ones visited.

Thus we celebrated Nauru's independence day and Luciano's birthday:

Living in Stockholm = I was the most broke I have ever been in my life.

No money, just love:

Ott was also living in Stockholm that year. And we were very close.

Luckily he had very handsome friends:

In February I took a little brake from Stockhome and flew to Liverpool.

Little did I know - we were invited, because Erik and Laura wanted to tell us that they were having a baby (!!! definitely qualifies as the biggest news of 2013) 

Also we went to see the Delphic at Liverpool O2.

Also Erik was ready to be a mother:

A little London before I went back to Sweden.

Long night chats with Miss Hagi.

Hugs, drugs and pugs.

Back to snow, back in March.

The year 2013 was a massive sauna rally:

The year 2013 we had the biggest hangovers

(AND I HAD THE NICEST PENTHOUSE WITH THE NICEST VIEW, caps lock needed):

I met my sister from another Mister. Lucy Rose.

I got really close with Charlie (no unicorn jokes). He was my centre if I spun away.

Also I did some serious Estonian culture spreading.

Lidingö was like Discovery Channel.

In March I lost my Saint Patrick's day virginity:

  "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."

The "Had never happened before event" of 2013.

The partying Karma bit me in the ass and I fell down from Marie Laveau stairs.

The morning after I woke up with massive pain and my then boss took me to the hospital.

I was crippled for two week, but hey, I got to test the Swedish healthcare (which is brilliant btw):

After being away 8 months, I flew back to Estonia in april. 

Good food, friend and family.

Koorekiht, the crutch and I:

Then Kaur came to Estonia and I made my first steps without crutches.

The miracle of 2013:

Kaur had to play Espirit again. Trammi and Hennu came to support

Tallinn Music week and he preforming.

("North Korea atom-bomb launch"):

Argo Vals - the sound of 2013:

I returned to Sweden and Sven came to visit:

My first Finnish friend, whose name nobody could pronounce, except I.

Juhhuuuu? Joohhhooo? (at Daughter concert)

Ott and I showed Juho how Vodka is drunk in traditional Estonian way.

Use stool as a shot glass and put coriander in it (???)

Music-wise it was a thrilling year. Stockholm has such a good night life.

In April it was reunion time!

Fuck Lappis party:

Meet Sean, the best neighbour of 2013.

Every time I knocked on his door, the tea kettle was on, food was ready and porn was HD:

You can take Kristel out of Stockholm, but you will never take Stockholm out of Kristel:

Since December 2012 I worked as nanny for two awesome families.

My Swedish got a lot better and I found out that kids love me. WIN WIN!

In May it was again time to visit Estonia. This time with a plan to move back my stuff. 

Since I got free boat tickets, I was ought to face my biggest fear - boats and water!

Luckily Charlie came to support me:

We celebrated Valborg Estonian way

Also Charlie and I were really drunk on my kitchen floor:

The event of 2013 - Tour d'ÖÖ.

Thousand of Estonians just cycling together.

Amazing feeling:

The mystery of 2013.

Triin and I had a really questionable party one night.

 We cannot recon a thing, at least we have these pictures:

Again I returned to Stockholm, to have an awesome Gröna Lund time on 22th of May, my birthday.

The funniest picture of 2013

Although I moved away from Lidingö and started living at my grandfather's place in Djurö, we stayed closed with people who stayed behind.

Charlie and I had a joint birthday party.

It was one of the greatest parties of 2013:

2013 took me to new heights:

To enjoy sunrise completely drunk at 5 AM - BLISS!

Then came June. Everything was new in June. I moved back in Estonia, so did Kaur

Our two years of long distance relationship was over = the relief of 2013

+ I got a new camera. Pictures are getting so much better now on

to be continued...

Ella Hagi visiting Homeland

On last Wednesday I ended work with a real hurry and ran out to pick up Trammi and Hennu (nicknames for the win). A Zavetskoje and dianthus in my hand we waited Ella at the airport. 

She and I haven't been in Estonia together in the same time since 2010 (!). Most important of it all - she is such a sweet person for me and she should be close at all times. 

I had Zavetskoje Zalatoje and she had cabbage with Estonian flag 

- we just know what our alcohol loving vegetarian friend loves.

Besides that Ella got a surprise, so did we, because Miss Piret was on the same flight.

If I only would have known, an extra bottle would have been appropriate:

Hugs, drugs and pugs:

The emotions were as high as in the last episode of "The Bold and the Beautiful":

Of course the first stop was Statoil. 

Hagi needed Karums and others needed Kabanoss. Basics, really.

Such a great friends photo:

You're not in Estonia, when you haven't taken a vodka shot (cup or whatevs).

So we did:

PRIMITIVE,

yet so original!

Hurray, for that lovely lady!

Tomorrow we will be having her birthday party at our place.

Be very very afraid.

Vag power!

Men's department

We had little drinkies with my staff members, basically with Men's department three musketeers.

The evening ended very drunk and borrowing Vengaboys CD from Mattias.

Bought boots from Zara = regrets.

 Three ways to react, when a client is overly stupid/meno/drunk.

1. "Holding back your laugh and acting like you're extremely helpful"

2 "Play along with the stupidity and make an awkward joke"

3. "Be like OH GOSH, YOU'RE DUMB! and run away":

Aren't we rich?

More money than should be allowed.

"I never bother with people that I hate"

Ella is here. And we are having more fun than should be allowed.

Ella landed in Estonia on Thursday and we waited her at the airport with flowers and champagne. We haven't been together in Estonia in the same time since January 2010. Cannot be more happier! (that she is here, not that because we haven't been in Estonia together)

Straight from airport we went to Statoil and quickly after that to Trammi's place to crab a vodka shot or two. Let's embrace primitive and tonnes of it.

Also Ott came that morning. Piret with the same flight as Ella. Kät is coming today. Reggie on Sunday. Ian on Monday. 

Those days are over, when I want to invite my closest friends to a Facebook event, but realise that only two of them in "Dearest" group are living in Estonia. 

More pictures and fun coming up!

Epp's birthday at good old Vene.

Juss and Epp have birthdays real close together, thus visiting Vene street is a must. 

Our little Epp is not that little anymore, the wisdom level in her eyes is growing and growing. 

I found a blog post "Sense it makes none" from year 2009 about Epp

http://wilmacircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/tsuk-tsuk-sopo.html .

Oh, the times behind and times ahead.

(Also I'm super happy that friends from abroad are returning home for Christmas. 

Airport is my favourite place. BRING BACK ALL THE SWEETIES!)

Now back to Epp's birthday. 

Luckily I had like six days off from work, a true festive time.

 Kaur ran home after work and dressed up accordingly. He took flowers and off we went:

"Forehead detectives" was the game of the evening. 

Mildly interesting fact - Virgo came a bit later and Harri wrote "Ken" on his forehead, Virgo without knowing this, wrote the same name in return to Harri's. 

Great minds think alike

She was the star of the evening 

(also she was Eminem, can't you see the resemblance):

Vegetarian food all the way.

After the party, we made tonnes of pomegranate salad at home:

"Cool story, bro" faces:

Casually leaning on a chair and looking scared - usual.

"Mixed emotions":

Harri has truly sensible eyes, therefore I have like two picture where he has eyes open:

The story how Dumbo didn't know who Dumbo was:

Barbie and Epp's dog:

Martin Müürsepp does not approve:

Alles gut!:

When Harri takes a picture, he catches you by surprise:

Kisses and hugs to Epp. 

Nice evening, good food and tonnes of fun.

And let's got to her Yoga lessons!

Enesetapja NO57 + Panso preemia

(Some words are lost in translation, therefore the headline stays in Estonian.

 Cultural background is a bitch.)

Whatever I do in life, theatre stays close to my heart. Four years ago I tried to get into Lavakas - you know how that worked out (I had one job...). Ironically I went to see a play of the graduating course, the one I wanted to be a part of. Now I gladly sit in the audience not on the stage, like really, truly, sincerely.

The play was funny and catching. Also the Panso award was given out, absolutely to the right person. Jörgen Liik was wow-wow-wii-wow.

I cannot wait until next year, when Karl's course will be in the starlight. That means I will be there every time, in the first row. A lot of money will be invested on tickets, flowers and tissues (I will cry like a woman, when next Panso awards are given).

Karl, sa vana parm! - wish to see him more often.

The evening started with a cliché dinner with a boy: 

Again some phone pictures swooped in.

That lady behind me is sooooo fast:

Estonia's Russian theatre is a marble of art.

I'm also pretty:

I have a things for ceilings. 

High! High! High:

We took these two pictures in the same time. 

One with a camera, another one with a phone:

Emme-issi lumehelbeke:

 I was snowing the first day this winter. BELIEVE ME! 

The blackness around me is actually fluffy and nice (the everyday illusion)

Last days of PÖFF (wow culture to the max) 

and there was a cartoon screening:

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!

worthy of caps lock.

http://etv.err.ee/index.php?05593367&video=9829#.Uq2B9UmXW7

Juss' birthday

What can I say - I'm utterly wordless. Not like stunned or anything, but I blog so seldom that it feels weird to write. Before blogging was a normal day activity - you shower, change your socks

 and you blog. 

To raise a rumpus even more, I have to bitch about my camera. Our harmonic relationship has lasted quite long, but every sky has its clouds. Some pictures seem to disappear from the film, I could deal with some picture being completely dark or whatever -  the joy of film-rolls. Although I cannot handle magical disappearances. I need to figure this out.

The long whining has an actual connection to this original "Juss' birthday" blogpost, because 70% of pictures are lost somewhere. They do not even appear on the negatives.

 I'm sad to say this - luckily Instagram is there strong, without failing, thus I added some insta pictures for the first time.

Frustrations should be let out, not hold in. 

Now on a happier note - two weeks ago was Juss' birthday.

 He is now in the age of "has to pay higher fees at the bank", so we all gave him cash (fuck Swedbank) in a self-made metal football:

The star of the night was the quiz "How well do you know Juss?". 

Questions like "What happens with Juss, when he would fall into the Red sea?" were included.

Here people are blaming each other for making mistakes, classic friends:

I gave Juss a moustache, because it was Movember then.

He looks like 40+, with a wife and three kids. He definitely has a Volvo.

And us, girls were sad that we didn't have enough hair on our bodies. 

Damn!:

Epp is pleased and Juss is thinking about her, I guess:

Long live Juss! It was a great night.