My birthday. One step closer to becoming vintage.

I would describe myself as a socially open penguin, instead of an awkward one, therefore people and talking and more talking is totally me. Answering phone calls and accepting gifts is something I enjoy oh-so-very-very-much. Favourite day of the year = birthday!

Egoism keeps me going since 1991.

I got a day off from work, which usually means my snoring nose against his ear until it is an ungodly hour. However on my birthday the Mister ran away before I even understood that it was daytime (mandatory video) and woke me up with chocolates that said "Olen paras pähkel" (You're nuts):

My life is sponsored by & Other Stories. Simples. Pure joy and love.

+ I got a bitchin' teakettle. Everything related to tea, I must has:

The tits got some decorations + & Other Stories dress I wore later that day.

My Mister is the best. He smells good. He looks good. He cooks good.

Brekkie on the balcony:

I wanted to pimp my looks, but did not have time for a boobjob and was too wuss for a tattoo.

Instead I made a soft core makeover at the hairdresser's. YES IT IS DIFFERENT, BUY GLASSES.

#thickhairproblems

Last year (2014) on my birthday at Merivälja:

This year, the same place, 10°C difference.

Not sure if ice age or old people just feel as they are freezing all the time?

I was pretty happy. 

Especially considering those funny Facebook messages from my grandmothers:

Then we went to Tops to meet up my koorekiht.

(koorekiht = a person who you know well and who you like a lot, but who is usually not a member of your family)

Here Pärna explains his dream, which made him bring lilies for me:

When I visited Berlin I fell in love with lemonade Fritz. (Try, it is mmmmmmm *drools a little*!) Thankfully it also arrived to Tallinn, however it is 3€ more expensive than in Berlin...so I buy one bottle a week or two at parties. Rest of the time I mix it with Mõmmi lemonade.

Yet boys gave me the whole box of it for my birthday!!!!

LOOK AT MY REACTION:

Last year my friends gave me money for driving school and I still do not have any licence. 

Now they want to know where did their investment go? 

I have a serious pressure here, I will not be a disappointment

SOON!:

Fuck wrinkles, I smile as much as I want:

Free hugs and drugs:

All my female friends live abroad,

a.k.a.  = sausage party!:

I ordered only few snacks, but three pitchers full of kurgijook (gin + Sprite + mineral water + cucumber). 

Balanced and identical intoxication for the win:

After school lessons were over, Karl arrived.

I didn't want to let go. (note the cucumber party on the table)

I cannot describe how special these two gentlemen are 

and how happy they make me feel:

When I blew out the candles from my birthday cake, I wished for that once in my lifetime all my best friends would be at my birthday party not fapping in Paris/London/Liverpool/Stockholm.

But at least I'm never alone:

Karl just did his first movie. I have seen it, he has not. I explained. I described. 

He asked. We analysed the subject: "Estonian film industry - full crap or artsy fart?"

Better late than never!

Ester's boyfriend has a birthday on the same day as I do, therefore they had some family matters before coming over. But they did come over. Warm hugs!:

Usually I'm dull, but sometimes I nail the joke:

My humble gratitude towards everyone who called, messaged me or remembered me any other way. Special thanks go to my grandmothers, who does not  bother to call me anymore. At least their Facebook messages are the best there is with more witty 'grandma burn' than should be allowed. My Mister should have his own throne and have a rap-album "Watch the throne", since he is the king of everything. My friends, who came over to Tops. My friends, who didn't come to Tops. My friends, who forgot (well, well). Ladies, who sent me a video of them singing Smilers in London. Kisses to awesome theatre ladies Evelin Võigemast, Külli Teetamm and Harriet Toompere for being born the same day as me. Hõissa!

Why Ott is the best there is.

I was flipping through my blog since the beginning (do not make the same mistake). If there's any good about this blog, it's the possibility to let everything out without actually having to say it to their face. It seems I have written some post about my dearest friends, the most of them are now password protected, since the stories don't bare the daylight.

So back to basics and I'm doing something which is so two thousand and ten.

Meet my friend, Ott.

The dickhead and I were classmates, yet I didn't register his whereabouts before he came up to me (year was 2007) and quickly declared "Nummi says hi!" Nummi was/is a sign of quality and I finally felt relieved that I had a mutual friend with someone in that God forsaken school. 

Quality, I say:

Next chapter began, when I broke up with my boyfriend in 2009. At a party I was crying somewhere in the corner and drinking Põltsamaa Tõmmu. Girls repeatedly cave me tissues so I could wipe off my issues until Ott came up, slapped me and said: "Stop crying and start being awesome instead." True story. Brutal woman-beating all the way, yet it bloody worked. Everything started to go uphill from there...

...until we were up the hill drinking (he is the one, who pushed Fred and I together. And I quote from 2010 "Wilma and the Two Dragons Era":

I'll just skip thousands of chapters in between, because I have far too many awkward pictures to pick from. 

The time we really grew together was when we both accidentally moved to Stockholm in 2012. I stopped being "his best friend's girlfriend" and earned an "awesome friend" title (I hope). Let's face it, I should get some praise for keeping all the crazy women away from him. Once a girl was so freaky that I had to distract her until Ott could jump out of a window and escape. Love that manwhore.

It was really a great time. Parties. The late night talks. The late night Õnne 13. The "let's have a sleepover" and accidentally staying for two weeks, because it was unbelievably fun to convince a Finn that Estonias drink from a chair (??!? sense it makes none). We were evil! (and my balcony view was bitching in Stockholm):

He might be tough, but ladies, he is a cutie pie:

Now we are in year 2015 and just last Friday we casually grabbed a beer. Mocking his Tinder dates is always a great way to end your week with:

Also I have managed to confuse people about my dating life. Some of my acquaintances send their hello's to my boyfriend Ott and I think most of our friends in Stockholm thought we were a really dysfunctional couple. The thing is, when Fred and I get married, Ott will be the best man, bridesmaid, the priest and the host, because we don't have money to invite anyone else:

Also I love his double chin:

With him I stop being sad and start being awesome instead. 

Puss!:

I have him bookmarked for life:

Museum

A bit different vibes

Haapsalu HÖFF

It was the traditional HÖFF time again. Last year's posts are here and here.

Since I've been around more these last weeks, I have more pictures to show.

Starting from Thursday with Jazzkaar + Leikki at Reede.

This is how friend pictures look like, when your bestie has a boyfriend:

The grass is greener and the sky bluer while you walk away from Jazzkaar 

and a hot guy is holding your sweaty hand:

Also it is much more pleasant to pack up your things to Haapsalu, 

when a special Mister from Liverpool helps you iron the clothes.

No pic, no proof - he really was here (Fred sleeping while driving, he is THAT skilled)

Finally in Haapsalu, instead of horror you have strawberry dessert in bed:

Some scary movies later we went to Kuursaal.

More techno than should be allowed:

The serious green man:

Danced so hard that my fingers got tangled up:

Kuursaal at 3am:

A drunk cute night walk home:

Fred takes drift shopping very seriously. 

He takes a stool and his time:

Depressed person from Tallinn walks in to a happy store:

WHY CAN'T I TAKE THE TRAIN TO HAAPSALU!?!?!

KESSSSSE VASTUTAB!

I WANT

*caps lock broke down*

Google maps street view:

"Hot men?"

"Where?"

"There!":

HÖFF iz ze best.

The best we saw:

Viljandi Electronic Folk Festival

Your Woodstock is over, hippie. Go home

...or to Viljandi.

I tried to ignore the seniors behind me, who were more fit for the landscape of Viljandi:

The lectures of Olev Muska and Sven Grünberg.

And how did you spend your weekend? #notthatprimitive:

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Epifolium. My secret love since

we had his concert at Ott's place (see: "Ott's birthday full of surprises")

"Born in Wales, raised in Canada but with Estonian roots, self-taught musician Iisak Sulev Andreller returned to his homeland for the first time in 2008 to explore his family history and traditional Estonian music. He attended every folk festival he could, including a 5-day folk music workshop where he learned to play the kannel(the Estonian National instrument) adding to the repertoire of other instruments he had already mastered. Learning this traditional Estonian instrument through playing old folk songs planted the initial seed for what would soon become Epifolium."

The couple on the left has been together approximately 1 month = needs to have body contact 24/7.

The couple in the middle has been together 5 - 8 months = writing poems to each other, eww.

On the left we have a married duo = searching interesting places to have sex, aaaaaa yeaaahh.

The couple sitting in the front have been together 5 years = they enjoy each other's company and smile like there's no tomorrow:

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Meister Jaan

All I need is double Põhjala Rukkirääk and I'm good:

Trad.Attack and disco ball at its finest:

Trivia of the day: Trad.Attack just came back from Malaysia 

and the warm humid weather made their bagpipe grow flowers. 

*smirks*

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Late night walk home.

Jumps. Kisses. Hugs.:

"Hello, I'm two years old and I can speak Estonian, Ukrainian and Russian"

a.k.a. I felt dumb:

Back in Tallinn I look and smell a bit different:

Wööörk, girl.

 Contrary to normal people, who have life goals and 10-year-plans, 

I wing it everyday. 

I'm like shit fuck happy that one day I can set up scenery for fashion and bloggers pleasure. And the next day my duties include feeding two little lambs at a museum. Wait...what?

Yes. Wörk, girl.

These bitches do not co-operate, they just wait there to be dressed.

Even smooch doesn't pursue them:

If only I drank coffee and smoked, 

then I would definitely do that on our balcony:

Knock*knock*

"Who's there?"

"The wedding season"

MOAR invitations, please!:

Suddenly a wild lunch appears! (professional blogging all the way):

 I'm the little unseen dwarf that drags all the prettiness from showroom to Chedi, 

puts it up neatly and leaves before bloggers understand what hit them.

The most beautiful open house I have been involved with.

*high fives herself*

16.04 worldwide at flagship stores.

Go and buy. The little dwarf recommends:

Such. Much. Girl.

Loves flowers shopping:

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in next episode "My lambs and I"