The funeral of 2016.

We have survived another 365 day journey around the sun, congratulations! 

Here is my New Year's Eve which was full of good company and a lot of glitter a.k.a. the best combo there is. 

(let's play a drinking game: every time I smile with my teeth you have to take a shot)

This dress was a show-stopper and jaw-dropper (I'm so humble today),

the glitter can be turned so that with seconds you can have a completely black or gold dress.

My friends just poked me the whole evening, there was a lot of touching.

*take a half shot*

The years have passed, but the boy is still the same.

*take a full shot*

The moment he realised that I was not wearing a bra.

*no shot, drink water instead*

If you look really closely than you can see my tramp stamp on my lower back.

*another shot must be taken*

The God of tits and wine.

*cheers, you have to take another shot*

I was so shiny that it burned his eyes,

or I was so pretty that he was holding back a boner.

*Fred's teeth are there, drink glass of milk*

The granny with her two favourite grandchildren.

*take two shots*

The years go by and I still annoy my friends with the self-timer.

*hooray, it's shot time!*

NB! This is Fred's gangsta face. He is bad to the bone.

*take a shot while listening rap music*

Our love-life is so synchronised that it is a bit scary.

*let's celebrate with a shot*

Epp does not want to play this drinking game,

so you have to take only two shots:

The premature ejaculation at 10:16pm:

The hot shots that took Fred's pulse away,

he got it back in 2017:

Blossa annual holiday mulled wine and I.

*Sry, I don't know how to smile without my teeth showing, another shot for you*

I love Fred, but I love drunk Fred even more.

*shot!*

Rehearsal for the midnight:

The emotions when the boys thought about Brexit and Trump.

They cried a little:

Few minutes away from 2017!

*SHOT!*

She celebrates the anniversary with her boyfriend on NYE, 

what a great bang!:

SPARKLES ARE SO COOL!

*take a shot and hurray for the year 2017*

Happy new year!

Head uut aastat!

Gott nytt år!

*cheers*

Looks like I'm in Berlin.

*God, you should be very drunk by now*

*Ok, now you have to drink a whole bottle of vodka*

Of course you spend the first minutes of 2017 in a car park squatting:

"2017, come at me bro!":

Drink, love and repeat!

Taukar was on our minds, because

"Vahel tundub veider, kuid su mõttest aru saan."

Christmas wiggle and jiggle

Christmas 2016 in a nutshell.

(Naughty or nice?)

1. My office that consist of three people decided to have a Christmas breakfast at Tchaikovsky.

Always classy, never trashy:

The most terrible first world problem is all-you-can-eat buffet.

Cannot stop...must take more:

2. Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year, then the Estonias who live abroad crawl back to the Motherland. That's why I had the possibility to hug Ella and Nelson 

♡♡♡:

Strike a pose!:

3. Look what the cat dragged in from Australia.

Pam froze her ass off, since she doesn't do winter anymore:

Shitty phone picture is shitty,

but Kopli friendship is real:

4. And then there's the ginger who always is around, or at least you thought so 

until she said that she is moving to Poland. Okou!:

One glass of Limoncello later we looked even prettier:

5. Little brother came home for Christmas and needed a new Tinder profile picture:

YASSS QUEEN!

The lack of vitamin D and thereof:

Girls just want to have funDAMENTAL rights:

I cannot believe that she is a grandmother.

She is the hottest granny there is:

Hugs and drugs:

Thinking about how naughty and/or nice we were in 2016:

"Sup, dawg?!"

6. My colleague made the coolest gingerbread-man:

6. We also tried to take a "I have a relationship and you don't!" Christmas photo:

7. Breakfast-brunch-lunch-nibble-dinner and repeat.

We escaped the Christmas feast and went to Viru bog:

Fresh air intoxication at its best:

Some kilos were gained and some presents were given.

Great success:

Look at this f***ing blogger

When I started this blog 89,9% of my best friends also had one. Having a blog was as usual as wearing underwear or brushing your teeth. Now I'm among the two people who have stuck to it, to be fair I don't wear underwear nor brush my teeth that often anymore (joke!...or is it?...)

I started the Wilma (and the Fred came along) journey as a party blog, when I was 17 and my dad went to Brazil. OH MY LORD! What a blurry time it was. Then it became my diary when I moved abroad and now it is my backup disc in case my computer explodes (or I get Alzheimer's).

Now let's see what I ate and pooped and did these last two weeks.

EXCITING!

I went to NOA restaurant and tried to be sophisticated however I failed, 

since I showed skin between my socks and pants. The pope sent me an angry e-mail:

Foie gras slider was the starter aaaand I had a food orgasm.Yes, I made a squeaky sound while biting it (by 'it' I mean the food not Fred):

O-T was so disappointed about the food that he threw his food at the waiter and asked his money back. 

(Actually no, he just gave feedback as Estonians do: silent hate + "Thank you") 

On Sunday I was home alone. It felt nice to sleep alone. To run naked around the house and then covering myself with random rags just to photograph the sunrise (-8 degrees):

As my friends were scattered around the country, the traditional Sunday dinner was canceled.

However we did Sunday dinner the lady edition with cocktails:

GOING OUT, EATING AT RESTAURANTS, POOPING RAINBOWS!

My life is caps lock fabulous!:

KULDVILLAK a.k.a.

The topics that were discussed:

Viive 46, las ta pillub oma jäsemeid, kui tahab:

Embrace your tummies, 

the Christmas is next week:

My colleagues served me Christmas Spirit straight from the holiday oven:

The office glamour at 7pm, completely dark, not a single sound.

Just the Christmas elves watching:

Best "Christmas" ad so far: