Fred 25. Goodbye Youth Fare!

Now I am able to come out from the closet and tell you everything that I have been holding in secret. A month ago I realised that shiiiit Fred's birthday is coming up. I started brainstorming and came up like five different plans, yet after his besties sent me a screenshot of their itinerary it was confirmed that we were staying in Stockholm. Then I started to spend my time on Airbnb, since proper weekend needed a proper fancy apartment. You have no idea how hard it is to hide something from your significant other, when you share bank-account and 20m².

Finally the long-awaited weekend arrived.

The story begins with Thursday and how I left for work 6.25am and never returned home...  

At noon I got the keys for the apartment, which was better than on pictures (that never happens!).  

My balms were sweaty and my heart was razing, because at that moment I understood that shit got serious!:

Even the weather was on our side, because it was the hottest day of 2016 in Stockholm and I managed to get sunburned by chilling on the balcony. #whitegirlproblems:

Then the help-force arrived.

(NB! Short sleeves outside):

Actually it seemed like I had a birthday considering the perfect Chloé present I got from Erik!

After Õnne 13, Chloé is my longest love. At the age of 14 I started saving Chloé pictures on my computer, it was the only thing I could afford. At the age of 17 I visited Moscow and Chloé store the very first time. At the age of 22 I finally owned my own Chloé clothing. And now I have the bible!

I cried like a girl:

The day was soooo long as we had to wait the last friend to arrive to Stockholm before inviting Fred to the apartment. At that time I hadn't been at home for 12hours and had lied to Fred five thousand times. For example my friend tagged me on FB that I was in Nacka and we were having a girls-night.

I was so anxious that boys ordered me to take a bath.

Such. Much. Tough. Life.:

Then started the spectacle.

Our Stockholm friend Ewoud had asked Fred to "help him to carry one table he was planning to buy" and I had asked my Swedish friend to pretend to live at that apartment, otherwise I would have been impelled to go downstairs to open the door for Ewoud and Fred, which would have blown our cover.

Do you follow? Basically Fred just came to help a friend out and little did he know...

When they walked in I jumped out and said "Surprise! Romantic weekend getaway is on!". He was mind blown and when I started to show him around and behind every corner one friend jumped out, then his heart definitely skipped a beat.

FINALLY THE SECRET WAS OUT! What a relief!

Then it was time for explanations and "Sorry I lied to you! And sorry I was PMSing the whole month!":

The next day the weather was even warmer so 

we had to go downstairs (we lived above a shopping centre) to buy emergency sunglasses:

The birthday boy was enjoying his surprise staycation at posh Östermalm:

*no words needed, weekend well spent*

On Fred's birthday it was a must to play his favourite - the Game of Thrones board-game, 

which takes like 6 hours to play, no biggie. The apartment had a suitable furniture for playing it, 

here Erik is reading the rules on a Wooden Throne:

The battlefield (a lot of blood, tears and rape):

I guess I could have just rented the balcony,

because 90% of the time we were there:

The family dinners we had were top notch.

The birthday boy was pretty pleased too:

I got the Girlfriend of the Year Award, yet again.

I'm the 7th time Champion:

Never let an Estonian to pour you a drink:

Erik just showed me how his little son makes a "I just pooped and it felt good" face,

like father like son:

Sending hot vibes to their girls back home:

After levelling up our intoxication we thought it was a good idea to make three timer pictures with three cameras at the same time. However after pushing the button I ran and fell on my ass so bad that it was completely blue the next morning. Maybe some dirty jokes were made because of that the whole weekend:

Fred now works out and can lift me up with one hand.

Do you even lift?:

I take dancing to Beyoncé music verrrrry seriously.

I feel so sexy screaming "WATERMELONS!":

Then we started to ignore the gravity:

Some tank-tops and 6am discussions later, we woke up still alive.

Our vision was as blurry as we are on the picture:

Although Fred's birthday had lasted already three days, Saturday was the real real date.

25 yet looks like 5:

No friendship here,

just fighting the gravity and holding the breakfast down:

Fred's birthday wish was to go to eat hot-dogs at Günter's Korv, a legendary stand in Stockholm where there is an one hour queue. I shit you not. It all does make sense after you have taken the first bite. Ott is just holding a warm-up, since the real deal is huuuuuuuuge (look at the sausage selection back there) 

So little is needed for happiness -

good company + massive hot-dog + random stair/chair:

Saturday evening we got more guests:

And it was time to eat the birthday cake (well done Ewoud!):

Saturday night took us all around Stockholm,

we started with Julian's birthday and Melodifestivalen:

And ended up making new awesome friends at Södermalm:

On Sunday I had to work,

however boys Netflixed and chilled:

Well, I was sad to leave the apartment and check-out, 

but thumbs up for the whole weekend! 

The operation was full success. Thank you everyone involved! 

Happy birthday Fred, luvs!

Fred's birthday week has started.

No time to explain, here is Fred and hamburgers. 

His birthday week has officially started, more fun to follow.

Our fav song right now.

Snowdrops are in bloom. Sunglasses are needed.

Actually I should write my bachelor thesis, however I rather use blogging as a fine proscrastination tool. If my thesis would be a blog post, I would nail it. 

So here comes random pictures of me having fun instead of getting smart (I am really good at it btw).

Are you butt dialling?

Because I am sure that ass is calling me:

 "Have you ever had a feeling that your head is a ball and it keeps on bouncing and bouncing?"

"??!":

Goodbye small talk, goodbye awkward polite conversations, goodbye having to remember new names. 

Now that we have found each other, we can stop meeting new people. 

Our Dutch Ott and us:

A guy just comes in and ruins perfectly fine food picture.

How rude:

The only colour I need in my life:

I was brushing my teeth and suddenly...

 ...humpback whale!

When Sollentuna family was really glad and baked a cake to celebrate Ewoudje moving out.

They were like really glad to get rid of him.

This harmless guy broke the shower at his moving out party and trashed the place before he said goodbye. 

I applaud him, since you always should leave with a bang!

The Slovak is handling the lyrics word by word:

You think you are a Alicia Keys but that what actually comes out of your month is so-so Off Key

 (no reason to smile):

Living our Champagne lifestyle with low budget

and celebrating Estonia Independence Day. 

Hurraa!

The tears of joy, when this lovely gentleman picks you up after a long day at work just to take you to Maxx to have the most unhealthiest dinner ever.

Sometimes when I have too much money,

I go to a very posh place at Östermalm and order just a glass of lemonade with my girl.

Livin la vida loca!:

It is bloody amazing to meet people are all around the world 

and it is nice to be able to ask them silly questions.

Like my friend from Down Under has to tell me tales about crocodiles and snakes at 2am.

Here we are happy that nothing in Stockholm wants to eat us:

Fred goes to gym every other day and snowboarding on Saturdays (!).

He also eats pizza that is bigger than our IKEA table:

Finally the spring is here. Snowdrops are in bloom. Sunglasses are needed.

Soon I have to buy sunscreen. 

Afro-Swedish pride:

Five star home. Cray cray va-cay-cay.

Two weeks ago I went to Estonia for a quick visit, since Fred has been to Estonia every month, it was damn time for me to get some homeland pampering. I love Fred, but it is oh-my-lord-how-lovely to sleep alone in my big bed like a starfish. 

The celebration of Shrove Tuesday. 

My tummy said "Yummy" and my fat just clapped:

The bliss = quality tea + vintage Chloé ads + cheap prices on the menu:

Little smoothie, herring and girl-talk:

Took my 13year old dog to a restaurant and she acted like a lady.

She got her own bowl and everything:

"Dogs that behave good are always welcome":

The source of considerable mirth = walk in the park with my Tibi:

Years go by and I am still so jealous of her eyelashes

(could you wear more scarves?):

Brush your teeth until you have them:

My bestfriend is a Robo-Cop:

Kulu-kulu-kulu!

I have here few pictures, when Fred was in Tallinn a week before I was. 

He took our Dutch friend to the East side and he liked it (or he is just polite enough to lie):

Salmon parliament:

Onion towers:

The Japanese tourist who only has two fingers:

Our ministers, 

also know as penis power:

The red Black Mountain:

Who know me better can give me a slow clap, since I took the boat all by myself.

I cried. I watched Õnne 13. I cried again. I panicked. I slept and I was home.

Cheers to that! 

(see that I took with me tonnes of my favourite lemonade instead of alcohol. 

no booze cruise yet lemonade ferry.)

Here is a stupid Swedish song that I cannot get out of my head:

My Stockholm routine

This year we took out the analog cameras and put the digital one on the shelf. 

Here's my daily routine in pictures.

Eat, sleep and repeat. 

Feels so warm, although the reality is so cold.

(Also I am a big girl, but still in-toeing):

The previous picture-Wilma made this picture. 

(I suggest a drinking game, you drink a vodka shot every time word 'picture' is mentioned in this post):

I hold my breath until maximum outcome is reached:

I just noticed that Stockholm Town Hall looks very oriental:

Busy bees going home/to work:

Fighting the winter depression with good food, 

there's nothing a little fat can't fix:

That moment when a gentleman was waiting for his Tinder date:

My store,

there I do monki business:

My colleagues like to do selfies as much as I do:

People with slight or enormous winter depression.

We all have it:

Once a week I spend my fabulous time in the laundry house

and try to wash my sins away:

2h fun:

I died and went to heaven:

At home I have this ghetto boy:

My face is dead-white, my morning robe is depressing grey

however my shower curtain is on acid: 

I watched Estonian Eurovision yesterday night and fell in love.

So proud of Eesti Laul concept, please vote buy this guy's album and support him, because wow!