Kuru Plirr 2015 - the most professional chill

This weekend was the most professional chill ever,

the Kuru Plirr. 

Big up to the organiser, yet again it felt like visiting a good friend with verrrry good music taste. It was already my 4th Kuru. 

(I'm a Kuru Guru)

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This year's motto was:

"Fly high":

Actually I did not have a plan to use my digital camera, since Kuru is an annual good reason to take out your analog one. However the first night I was stupid enough to lose my film roll. So mad, still hurts (eeeeverybody hurts soooometiiiimes).

Therefore the first night has only these three, yet amazing pictures.

"What's above there?"

The mandatory field picture:

My boyfriend Fred seems like a calm gentleman, 

though he is a rad Bad Ass:

The next day when I woke up, these two ladies just came to sleep. 

Early morning/late night, there's no absolute truth. 

This time they did not have any boys along, 

but they found the most protecting beast there was:

Waiting for some breakfast crumbs to fall down:

Those bubbles were the closest thing to soap we saw during the weekend.

Dirrrrty:

Massive incoming:

This summer's ready-to-wear, ready-to-dance:

The spaceship:

Have you ever had that feeling, when massive beats enter your body 

and your body starts to do weird things, yet it feels absolutely divine?:

"Guys, give me two minutes":

She blows hard:

The spermatozoon with his buddies:

The first one is on a trolley bus and keeps on holding on.

The second one talks with the mothership.

The third one has left the planet:

Electricity,

 they need some:

The board meeting:

More fun than should be allowed:

Sunglasses made us more pretty:

Some were having early breakfast,

others had late night dance.

Still no ultimate truth:

Two girls,

two cups:

Wild beasts:

Wellington squat:

"Should we go home?

Nah, one little booty shake before we go-go.":

Such. Much. Good. Time.:

Analog camera pictures in the next chapter:

I raspberry. I strawberry. I blueberry.

I have twelve people on my 'Golden girls and gentlemen' list, but only three of them live in Estonia. Today I want to bitch about it. I want to laugh at them, when they fall down the stairs or fart loudly on the bus. I want to be there. Yet I have to hear later on Skype: "You should have been there!". Or even worse, I do not even hear about these silly situations. One of my bestie just got engaged, OH DEAR, I would so want to grab a 3am vodka shot with her, but I can't...

I have these two lovely people, whose address I abuse for my emotional shopping at & Other Stories(since I live in Eastern Europe and nothing delivers). Actually, dear postman, next time leave my parcel behind and deliver them instead. 

Such a girl! Two of my besties just came to Estonia and we did a wild catching up next to Protest (love). This weekend we have Kuru, stars and drugs. So everything is good *I have something in my eye, okou*.

I so so so so so miss my friends.

I'm running to you, guys!

I have Ella and her Tinder stories here for two weeks .

She is s fucking good friend:

Yet then she went to Pärnu and I went all alone in the woods,

must eat blueberries for survival:

Nature, yo:

At least I have Fred,
he has a PhD in solving my emotional crap:

Although, all is good. Sometimes I böö:

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The botten is nådd

It finally hit us that we are moving back to Sweden. We gave in our resignation notices (I've written quite a few in these last two months, I'm very skilled at quitting). It's my third time moving abroad and emotions are quite humble, this time I don't feel like taking tonnes and tonnes of shit with me. Everything stays here or is going to be given away. Sent some CVs around, PLEASE SOMEBODY WANT ME, I'm cute and useful. 

If only I manage to get the bloody driving license before I go-go.

Only thing more worse than my driving is my drum skills:

Fred loves me, but does not want me in the band:

Borrowed happiness from the next day 

and was drinking salty mineral water as a reward:

Big dawg:

Small dawg:

Listening "Köttbullar" to freshen my Swedish:

All will be OK?

Krossa fest 2015

11th time now Raimond has celebrated his birthday with a week long festival at Hiiumaa. When last year we accidentally dropped by, then this year we were lucky to stay longer. I've heard legends about the festival, starting with Eastern European girls making out (still can be found on youtube) and  ending with more fun than should be allowed. Can't deny that this time it was more mellow, however we did arrive at the end of the week, so several litres of Torni Vodka had already been consumed. 

Special thanks to Selver autolahvka.

Gentlemen protecting their towers:

DIY Uno cards.

If there's "Yellow" written on it, then it's "Yellow". No questions asked:

Meat and grill paradise, 

vegetarians look the other way:

If at winter time this much light means 3PM, 

then this picture is taken after midnight.

Summer is amazing:

Golden boys:

 Walking was overrated the day after:

The birthday boy wore a clear message:

Meet Sven.

He is an Australian terrier and he is the reason why I ask Fred every other minute 

"Could we get a dog, please?":

Krossa starfish:

If this is not "lebos" then I don't know what is:

Sven is a Jesus and can walk on water,

he is just THAT cool:

Showing girls some awesome moves:

"Excuse me, Madame. Have you seen a squirrel running by?"

Bad to the bone biker with a straw hat:

It's difficult to ignore Sven:

Also dawg Albert needed some attention:

Different techniques of chillaxing:  

Krossa has a guest book full of gold:

Haven't checked my phone for two days.

Mom, don't worry, I'm more than fine:

Paula went travelling and stayed for a year and a half, 

however came back with a great catch named Andy.

Raimond is evaluating the catch:

On the last night Mihkel rocked his socks off:

Estonian summer ✓.

No tan, no proof:

"Hey, babe. Have you seen my dawg":

The ferry queue was usually long. We left the car owners behind and cycled onboard.

Bye, bye Hiiumaa:

Mom, I'm ok.

Put the kettle on, I'll be home in three hours:

I don't always put heels on, but when I do...

Ian was back from London,

I put my absolutely fabulous on.

Over posing overdose:

He asked a picture just from the food, 

yet I think his hairy chin compliments the scenery:

Of course I ate rainbow food together with him:

There's no place like Müürivahe home. 

Mom, please don't sell the house, since

Ian needs a space for his SO, five dogs and old lady Wilma:

Life together with him is as easy breezy as the lavender has next to sunny Gourmet Club:

"Sunshine gossip":

How to trick people into thinking that Estonia has a lovely climate

New pictures with old news got just processed.

In May we celebrated that Ott got a big bowl with hot water.

So we made a human soup.

Pale white skins see the sun after 9 months of hibernations:

Yoga inspired by Karl Freidrich:

Delicious soup with a little scoop of girls:

"Winter in Italy looks like this.":

Too hot...

must drink...

...lemonade.

Next day it snowed again.