Kersten's birthday.

Among my friends the event of the year is not Õllesummer, but Kersten's birthday. 

How could it be any other way? 

Kersten - giving new quality to entertainment since 1986.

Ladies and a Gentleman before the event. 

(Trying out the fluffy Versace carpet. Oh, yes!): 

"Let me just rest my head a little."

Ella was leaving the next day, Eastern- Europe had taken the best of her:

Kaur is so ashamed, that he turned his head away:

Espiritworks only plays exclusive lives only twice a year:

Looks like hell:

tsuuh-tsuuh train:

Long live Kersten 

(Moeviin was all out that evening)

Since Kersten JUST bought a smart phone and made an Insta account,

then these insta pictures are in order:

White trash party a.k.a. Ella n+1 birthday

When Ella was in Estonia, we drunkenly decided at NoKu 

to throw her a big birthday party at our place. Like promised, it had to be done. 

Kaur and I started cooking few hours before, because we know how important it is to eat before drinking. By doing that, we lost completely our track of time, so when Ester came and ran to the bathroom to change her clothes, we were like "Ohhhh, we had a theme party!"

This concluded with us changing clothes in few fast minutes to become

White trash:

"It's alright, it's okay,

we'll gonna pump your gas someday":

Fortunately Kaur's brother was a professional basketball player, 

under these circumstances we have tonnes of sweatshirts and pants to hand out:

"EESTI!"

Friends, drinks and chips. 

The perfect F.D.C.:

Even when they try to be trashy,

they still look classy. 

With everyone else it is other way around:

The dictator called "Play Beyonce or I'll go home" got to sit with the ladies:

At the caravan park, we are used to living tightly next to each other:

When my children ask "What did you do when you were younger, Mommy?"

 then I'll answer "Not much. I sat in the library. I sang in a choir. I was definitely not acting primitive"

The truth is too hard to explain:

Spotify playlist "6th Floor" works in every country:

They were like "I forgot about the theme-party"

Yea, sure they did:

"Mu tutt kattis Ella ära"

May the whole year be Ella's birthday!

baby Jesus' birthday

Just today my last Christmas present arrived via post, after long mysterious journey at the Postland. Also I had my workplace Christmas party. This is not even nearly it, our lovely Liverpool friends keep up surprising us with gifts covered with bubble wrap and sweet notes. Love is all around us!

+ The snow falling and -15 degrees =

Now it feels like Christmas!

In December we had this act where we pretended, 

despite the +10 degrees and rainfall, that it's Christmas.

Face the fucking fact, we celebrated autumn.

Somehow we were still happy:

We close the curtains, so we couldn't see outside.

To create Christmas spirit, we had more food than should be allowed: 

Kids were having fun in the corridor.

Long-exposure and sparkler:

My great-grandmothers were with us.

I miss them so so so much:

Grandmother works like the rent is due tomorrow to get her present:

Our family loves firework:

When did it happen that I'm bigger than the Christmas tree?:

Actually it was a very nice evening. 

The moment of joy that others get, when opening your presents and vice versa. 

Eat until you explode:

Ella Hagi. Connecting people at NoKu.

I'm so hopelessly late with this post,
firstly because it was so-last-year and secondly Hagi is already back in Hipstershire Dalston. 

Anyways. That evening I was working until 10pm, quick lipstick in the bathroom and I was ready to go. Ella and Paula were waiting for me. We grabbed quick vodka accompanied by Naksitrall and Lotte chaser. A perfect start for a perfect night.
Here is Ella's Tour d'Öö with friends.

"No time to explain, quickly, open the vodka"
And so we did:

Ella was smoking these cuteness to arouse her lungs:

Paula, back from Denmark, is checking out H&M Tallinn:

Phone call. 

 Running on heels. 

Worth it.

Karl Laumets. (Almost Haiku)

Girls are working like the rent is due tomorrow.

Probably after the Christmas madness they are pretty broke:

These shoes! - need I say more?

Peonael!:

There's a cat-woman sitting behind us:

Agreeing vs. disagreeing:

"Smile" - these bitches can read:

Front row is thrown back a little, 

massive wave or something:

And then arrived Kät from Paris.

-"That guy!"

-"I like you, I'll smack you":

Almost a nice friend photo, 

if I hadn't had the "bitch get those dirty hands off of me" face (love ya, Laura):

A bundle of joy:

We eat fashion for breakfast, lunch and, oh yes, for dinner too!:

There shall be more!

"Thank God, we have friends to carry us home":

"Say my name, say my name!":

Ella got like several buckets of these Soviet Era Miracles.
KODUMAA!:

Four different scenarios:

Practising French kissing, since soon we'll see in Paris!:

It's always soothing and powering when bitches stick together:

"You think I cannot handle vodka? It's the lemon I'm worried about!":

"Honey I'm so frunk krunk drunk, take me home"