A week at the East Side

Today I will take my luggage full of vodka and sausages on a boat back to snowy Stockholm. The motivation battery is charged and body has collected more fat than is allowed. But before I go-go, here is a little summary of my productive visit to the East side.  Beware of high quantity of selfies with friends (endlid sõpradega). 

♥

Not long after we arrived I was sitting together with my friends 

and wild vodka shots appeared into my hands out of nowhere:

Triin was cool before I ever was, because she started wearing black long before I did.

Sadly I had to go through colourful rainbow and fluffy phase 

before I moved to Scandinavia and realised that the only real colour is black.

THANK YOU SWEDEN FOR OPENING MY BLIIIND EYES!:

Catching up at its finest.

His poker face, when we ask if he has a girl interest at the moment:

My naive me thought that I can keep up with the East side,

however I puked the next day and almost died.

Usually in Sweden you have a 2% beer not 40% of liquid lunch:

Just a picture to look back on when we are old and don't have any teeth left:

"Džešuš, thank you for making us pretty!":

The moment when he just wants to shake hands,

but I am a lean mean 

hugging machine:

Sorry but not sorry that I have so many pictures from that night,

first of all I was intoxicated enough to forget that I have an analog camera 

and second of all if you meet Epp after I-don't-even-know-how-many years you just have to make a sõbrakas:

Epp is analysing Ott's poker face.

"Does he shit me or shit me not."

Like said I was dying the day after, yet pulled myself together for Star Wars movie.

Which was awesome. Yes. We're big fans. Even with hangover. No pics, too ugly.

Did you know that Tallinn has the coolest restaurants with quality food?

In Stockholm you choose between Maxx hamburgers, ICA sandwich or meal that cost more than your house, 

yet food itself is nothing special and you could have done it yourself at home.

I truly enjoyed my Christmas holiday:

Gone with the wind beautiful:

Nothing says Tallinn Old Town Christmas Market than 

Russian lady trying to sell you amber figures:

A fellow Estonian from Sweden visiting the homeland.

We ice-skated until our legs and asses hurt: 

A little hot chocolate before we go-go:

Meeting up with friends is the best,

now I'm seriously thinking about buying false lashes, because this is just ridiculous,

I'm like naked:

In the previous post (click) you already saw what my baby brother and I were up to 

(we love dressing-up and escaping from the reality).

Home alone:

Also I got a new haircut.

Short is better, saves shampoo:

The only hairdresser I trust and only friend who's warmer than the Sun:

Hair so short, but friendship so long.

Me and Kupi:

My fountain of youth is my lil bro and her friends.

No shame of googling 'Justin Bieber penis':

NOT ENOUGH SELFIES.

3AM and we are still so fresh and beautiful:

Since Fred managed to fell ill, we even slept in different rooms and 

this was the only kiss I got in Estonia:

Quick 4h meeting with my ex boss.

ALL THE LADIES INDEPENDENT THROW YOUR HANDS UP AT US!:

"So you're telling me that you're going away again?"

"Yes, but I will come back, I just don't know when."

*sad eyes*

Merry Christmas. God Jul. Ilusaid jõule. С Рождеством. Hyvää joulua.

Right now I am chilling on the couch and watching how Grinch stole Christmas, soon to follow Home Alone I, II, III, IV, V, ??. I am avoiding breakfast since in few hours we'll go to my grandparent's place and Food Coma 2015 may begin. Probably my grandfather has some really sweet and strong homemade wine, so Fred has to drive home and put me to sleep. #familytraditions.

Despite the lack of snow I truly madly deeply

wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Here comes the variety of my this year's Christmas cards that me and my alias Natasha Ivanova made. 

Sponsored by PETA:

When you get a gift wrapped in your Instagram pictures.

Creepy yet cute:

Christmas card nr.1 called "Counting the days until cellulite kicks in":

Christmas card nr.2 called 

"This picture is taken before I had the massive Christmas dinner and couldn't move."

Christmas card nr.3 "They don't even know that I'm not wearing pants."

Christmas card nr.4 

"So you're trying to tell me that Jon Snow is alive and I have to wait until Aprill to find out?"

Christmas card nr.5 "From Russia with love" or "Honey, I killed your hampster"

Puss och kram.

Christmas holiday in Estonia.

First of all my boss is amazing for giving me 10days off from work so I could go to Estonia for Christmas holidays. THANK YOU! 

Before I faced my worst phobia and walked on a boat that took me to Tallinn (sea and boats are big fear-fear), I had a lovely Christmas party/Julkul at work. 

Seriously I had a food orgasm. Now I know how sushi really should taste like:

My colleagues and I.

I love people who drink their beer from a flower vase:

A scary boat ride later I arrived back to Tallinn, I love Stockholm, but it is so good to be home. 

Eating Estonian food, meeting friends and driving my car.

My Eastern European soul is pleased.

Wilma Annie Nigel and Kate.

I have this friend called Ella. We met at birthday party and it was so 2008. Before we truly became friends, we had to go through a weird period - like she was forced to try the worst drug there is (Tartu) and I was bubblegum hipster with my 12 year old boyfriend. Yes, we both had some dark times back then. 2010 it all changed. I moved to England, where Ella had settled some time before. Acquaintance turned into friendship at a London Warehouse project. No extra words needed.

Now this week Ella came for a visit, which is extra special as we only see once a year. Last time we saw each other was a very hang-overly Sunday in July. 

Sadly I was working everyday and couldn't spend as much time with her as I'd wished. However Ella is my unicorn.♥

We started very Swedish = coffee and cinnamon buns.

(We have grown-up since we spend more money on food than alcohol)

At this exact moment she is telling Robbie how annoying my photographing and blog is.

Not a single fuck is given, look at this fucking blogger.:

Smoke break and girl talk - the story of our lives:

Stockholm Fashion Week close-ups.

Never trashy, always classy:

Vegetarians visiting = eating plants.

When they left I ate a whole pack of bacon, put sausage in my nose and bought a fur jacket.

A little drinkie before you go-go.

Also know as "when boyfriend forgets to tell you that the beer has 7% of alcohol inside":

Passport picture time:

The sad moment when I couldn't follow them to a house party, since I had to work the day after.

The glad moment when I saved myself from a terrible hangover.

You lose and you win:

#TBT

Last time when Ella visited me in Stockholm, things we much worse...:

Btw, we have a band The Drunk Girls.

For your hearing pleasure:

Little Italy. Little Lidingö.

Year 2012-2013 I lived in Stockholm and did an Erasmus exchange at Stockholm University - also known as one of the best decisions of my life. My neighbours at Lidingö student housing were my partners in crime, together we danced on the rooftops and chased hamsters in the bathroom. 

Sense it makes none? Just know that we had tonnes of fun.

And this weekend I had a mini Lidingö reunion and bus could swim!

We met August 2012. It was the day we had just moved in and our furniture was in the progress of being installed, our rooms were very empty and sad. People started wandering around on corridors and the Italian and I were among them. We took a cardboard box and turned it into a dining table and our family dinner tradition was founded. A lovely friendship was founded.:

There's no room a IKEA scented candle can't fix.

(By the way it was 12 degrees outside today as it was on the Midsummer Eve this year, 

in other words weather is fucked up):

Oh, the lucky day to be in bed with two gentlemen:

The party is just a blurry metro ride away:

Accidentally we ended up at a Italian party and learned some new words, like Papa Mobile.

(and sorry about the blurry faces, December is so dark and makes me use flash photography...):

The most tourist tourist picture with the King's crib:

The 2AM walk home, 

Stockhome:

The next day the Lidingö duo became a trio.

Our lovely Swiss joined us. Such much catching up to do:

Little flashback to year 2013.

Lidingö Skybar - the best place on Earth:

And the view was also pretty neat:

Until we meet again!:

Nobody canna cross it!