Fred and Wilma in New York. Part 2 of 3

This time greetings from Europe! We just landed at home with a bit of a jet-lag and are just minutes away wallpapering our living-room in the middle of the night.

I continue to ramble about our New York trip (click here for part 1), 

this time it is all about this boy and his birthday:

On Saturday snowstorm Stella got closer and closer. That heartless bitch was cold!

I wore all the clothes I packed with me:

I love how practical New York fashion is = no show off.

(Please take note Londoners and buy tights, nobody wants to see your blue chicken legs.

NB!NB! Tights are not jeans!):

The boys and I went to taste the Impossible™ burger, 

which includes plant-based meat and dairy products made without animals. 

SO THAT WASN'T MEAT I ATE?!? *mind-blown*

The Snow White and elf Dopey:

Our encounter with Guggenheim was short because after we saw the long queue (2-3h waiting) 

we left to grab a beer instead. #classy:

Boys tried their hardest, but eventually it was I who bought some vinyls.

DJ Wilma Circus (shortly DJ WC) proudly welcomes Destiny's Child and Beyoncé to her collection:

Just wandering around aimlessly gave us so much joy:

Empire state of mind:

The view from Ott's apartment, yo:

Then came Sunday. The holy day. Fred's birthday.

Jesus was the first one to gratulate him:

Brooklyn knows what is up:

And suddenly wise words appeared:

Pretty fly for a white boy:

Fuck the rest,

that boy is the best:

The impotent dream:

Dis no train tuh Aegviidu, 

dis is a New Yawhk metro, son, like:

The face you make, when you see couples making out:

"Let's go and eat some ice-cream, dawg!":

Too...cold...can't...use...the...force...

(I didn't even know that I can contract so many muscles on my body)

Shooting the new video of Tommy Cash:

Speakeasy = illicit liquor shops or drinking clubs during the Prohibition Era. Nowadays it means vintage bar with secret entrance and cocktails made with classic ingredients.

This was completely undiscovered world for me, the hidden bars of New York. For example we had to go through a barber shop, while people were having their haircuts and completely new world waited us at the backroom:

This gentleman at the bar was checking me out,

I gave him my number and we went home together:

Fred, the older you getter, the better you get.

Unless you are a banana,

Fred and Wilma in New York. Part 1 of 3

Greetings from New York! 

Every year I try to up my game when it comes to Fred's birthday. Few months back I came to a conclusion that surprise parties were so last year and taking my mister to New York was so 2017. Seriously next year he is getting just a pair of socks...

Let me now unravel the first part of our U, S and A adventures.

The view from the airplane.

Boom! Done and seen, can go back to Europe now:

At first New York welcomed us with warm spring weather,

we felt happy and relaxed although we were afraid that Trump will sign a bill 

that denies entry for the ray of sunshine:

*NSFV (not safe for vegans)*

First breakfast we had in New York was at Egg a.k.a 50 shades of bacon:

"Oh, look, another church!"

"No, it's a bank again."

The holy places in NYC:

My true love is Fred & Other Stories:

Vacation mode download 110% completed:

Fred and a huge dinosaur fossil in the background:

The new rail hub at the collapsed 9/11 site made me feel like a little ant:

This is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of:

You know where to find me:

The theatre district and shiny lights:

Times Square, a must yet average:

Hello, my name is Wilma and I have an addiction:

Grand Central Station clock says that it is AK time in Estonia:

Busy bees and one slow tourist:

Actually we came here to eat and only eat.

The Shake Shake did deliver and its Shroom burger is on the top of my list

and this is Fred being extremely happy while showing ultimate emotions:

My compulsive disorder had an orgasm at Whole Foods Market:

The next day we went to Korea town and had a 'bang for a buck':

I love that just few steps away, behind the next corner a completely new world/ quarter awaits.

This city is never dull:

The iconic house that is as flat as my chest:

The American flag is everywhere x 100:

Life's good despite that the temperature dropped like 25°C:

Getting the hang of the NY metro, but we will never speak conductor fluently: 

We took a wrong turn when going home and got lost.

Wrong train, can't complain:

The weird excitment level you get when you find out 

that you have booked Airbnb just across where Jay-Z was born and raised:

Non-stop birthday celebrations:

You already know that where Fred and Wilma go,

our best friend Ott will join and the circus will follow:

to be continued...

Ta-Linn and Cissi Zukabljäd

I often invite my foreign friends to visit me at the East side, although only few actually come. Tallinn can't really compete with big appealing cities like Paris, London or New York. But it's cheap, God dammit, and I am here! Therefore it is simply best place in Eastern Europe on Earth.

My Stockholm gäris and I, we miss each other a lot and have made a pact to see each other every other month. Friendship needs dedications, cultures need to be exchanged. Have I already told you how bloody cool the European Union is? Connecting people.

Here is the story how Cecilia and Linn got the taste of Tallinn. 

To get the real taste of Tallinn we stayed at our Mustamäe apartment 

and inaugurated the newly renovated bedroom.: 

It's friday night, let's open these zippers up and show some skin:

Good girls gone bad:

Tanja, Katja and Nataša checking the Parliament of Estonia out:

Bloody tourists:

Then we got lost at Yo Hoov! Estonian and Russian rap at its best:

(Credit Oskar Kadaksoo)

The song of the weekend:

On Saturday we slept like kittens and took only ONE drink:

How very Swedish of us, 

we spent the evening putting together IKEA furniture:

My brain had 404 error while mixing together Estonian, Swedish and English language. 

I am not used to thinking this hard:

Cissi tries to cut her beer consumption down:

"I am more of an ass person":

Tanja, Katja and Nataša are ready to go out again:

12 EEK Monkey release party!

(The act before them was really hard to explain to my Swedish friends, 

they told politely that it sounds like some kind of weird museum act.)

The whole weekend was full of golden parties, 

Tallinn was giving out really good vibes:

The brave girls continued to Hollywood, but Fred and I went home. We felt like mom and dad sending their kids off to hell. But they survived all the horny men, bad music and taxi-drivers asking 20€ for 200m. So proud!

Hands up for Eastern Europe!:

Booooom, Tallinn!:

Linn and Tallinn:

We went to Viimsi to have a family dinner 

and had a lazy Sunday:

Lasnamäe/Rinkeby:

At the investment bank:

The goodbye dinner:

Kisses and hugs!

Tack att ni finns!