Wilma 365 days around the Sun

First year of masters done! One might think that I have become a bit smarter, however I actually have lost plenty of brain cells. 

Sometime lose, always win!

Nobody got time to whine, let's now move forward and concentrate on the most important annual festival "Wilma 365 days around the Sun". This year I had a party before the real date, hence the post order. Also, let's embrace the fact that the older you get, the better you get, unless you are a banana.

I usually start my parties early, like afternoon or so, then all my busy friends can squeeze me into their busy schedules. Let's be honest, I have been a sucky friend, since I have ignored them the whole year, so I was pretty sure that nobody will show up. It turned up better than expected!

#blessed #OOTD #wokeuplikethis:

The party was dedicated to our alcohol leftovers, since all the 289 bottles could have been poured together into 3 bottles. All our cupboards, shelves and even bathtub were full of bottles.

 My king of cocktails was cooking liquid lunch all evening long:

I am very conservative and I do not like to break traditions.

Of course I had a quiz about myself, it's called "Best friend or unfriend".

Also, this time everyone had a chance to win, since Ottomar the Ultimate Winner was in Berlin:

Couldn't ignore the fact that Harry married Meghan,

the one that got away...:

He remembered that he left the stove on at home, 

but we were like "Let the mofo burn!":

Casually telling Valdo Jahilo jokes:

"Hello, I'm Nigerian princess, could you give me money"

(T-LO won the "Friend or unfriend" quiz and scored the fabulous T-shirt):

I love you guys, but I like gifts more:

My favourite bitches to bitch about bitches:

I am now old enough to realise these cakes will be 

just second on my lips

and lifetime on my hips:

Unintentionally demonstrating the flower sea my friends showered me with:

My favourite cake lady thought my Fred some yummy recipes

and now he is literally my sugar daddy:

Let there be ketchup on the table

and people are happy:

He came straight from Tartu,

his phone run out of battery,

he went to Circle K and asked the sales assistant to write me.

I went to search for him, we found each other, we did not want to let go:

"Best friend or unfriend" round 56

(Tableforrest got relly high points, super proud!)

NOW LISTEN TO MY FAVOURITE EUROVISION SONGS

WITH A BIG SMILE!

I am made out of sugar and spice and everything nice:

This should be his Tinder profile picture

(he is a lean mean hugging machine):

I will always mess up their names and they love me still.

Karlur!:

A wild potato appeared!

That early morning we were wondering if it was a random act or a gang sign:

QUICK! 

Jump into the rubbish bin, no time to explain!

STUFF! MORE STUFF!

It was a bliss to fall asleep 6AM, when sun had already risen.

The party lasted 15 hours, and the headache lasted 15 hours more.

Here is a little Ibumetin commercial:

In case you were wondering this was the answer for "My favourite Eurovision song" question: 

PMS - Preparing Myself for Summer

Today I am not all glitter and unicorns, instead I am dark grey and crocodile. This said, I have a really bad mood. The higher the post amount on this blog = the better Wilma is doing mentally and physically. Do the math yourself. First of all schoolwork is growing over my head, however I am actively doing nothing to prevent this from happening. You might charge the batteries, give them a high voltage kick, but face the fact, the batteries are dead. Actually life is good and I'm whining like a white girl who cannot find Starbucks. Or like when you want to eat chips, but cannot hear the TV...or when you are hungry, but you have just brushed your teeth. Let's write this stress off on PMS as usual (being in denial that PMS does not last 24/7/365)

This weekend I got my mind off of my first world problems 

and had guests over from Sweden. 

Ze German, ze Norwegian and bunch of Estonian walked into a bar...

Now the butter is cold and I tried to spread it on my toast, but the latter ripped. 

Fuck my life!

Kendrick Lamar at Stockholm

Few weeks ago I had this casual meet-up with Kedrick Lamar in Stockholm. 

It was a magical date!

Where the black is darkest, 

the glow will shine brightest

Stockholm and I had a steady relationship until I started cheating her with Tallinn.

We had not seen for over a year:

I had the joy to take another IKEA virginity while teaching "Sweden for beginners" course:

Like literally straight from the airport to IKEA.

At the background there's a sign "Because sometimes you regret things", 

however during that day NO REGRETS!:

Our AirBnb was top notch, 

also Erik & Laura even had time to drop by Riga and buy cheap booze:

During the first night we ended up at the BackDoor

and the "Sweden for beginner" course continued fully:

Staying alive in the creepy yet stylish elevator built in 1927:

 Waking up early to go to the Kendrick Lamar pop-up store,

however the queue was crazy long and we decided that we were too old for this shit:

Of course & Other Stories was just around the corner

to ease the pop-up store pain:

Bags full of pleasure:

Then we went to Günters Korv, which serves the best hotdogs in the world. 

The hype is real and one hour queue is worth it

(Erik is dreaming about sausages):

Also, I had missed Sweden so much, even all the fishy bits:

Estonian-Swedish cultural exchange just before Kung-Fu Kenny showed up:

After James Blake (whom I love deeply)

the king arrived:

I jumped. They jumped. I sang. They sang. 

100 points out of 10:

The singalong was insane:

Stockhome at its finest:

We took the boat back to Tallinn, since it was cheap and cheerful.

It was more fun than should be allowed:

Also, about eight years ago on that exact ferry, at Fast Food 25h to be precise,

our love story began. 

The Love boat:

After seeing Kendrick Lamar live

his life changed:

The happy faces BEFORE the all you can eat buffet,

some food babies were born later on:

It was my pleasure:

Ottomar moved to Berlin

Nevermind that I am so late with this post that Ottomar has managed to visit Estonia twice after he moved away. Let's just casually move back to that point, when Ottomar thought it was a great idea to leave us behind and move to Germany. 

It seems that we were pretty happy to get rid of him:

Ottomar has his own religion, he strongly believes that 

we should be drummin'

and we should be jammin'

at all cost (if possible then buy a shirt with the exact words on it):

We all have a shirt that has a story to tell:

His cocktail brings all the girls to the yard,

damn right, it's better than yours:

Forget Estrella and Lays,

the king has returned, bow down to Piraat:

That moment when Ottomar's girlfriend replied to his

"SEND NUDES" message:

Outside it's Alaska,

inside there's Hawaii:

After he lived in Austria for five months

his moustache became Austrian: 

When someone says that they have discovered something basic at later age. 

Like barberry is not rhubarb or 

one side of the street there's even and on opposite side there's uneven numbers.

While listening this you try to make I-knew-it-before-but-carry-on face, 

however on the inside you are mind-blown:

The sun is like "HAAA-HAAA-HAAA"

Fred, why the long face?

The bang came out bigger than expected:

When you shit your pants, but have a great support system:

Trying to convince him that threesome is a great idea:

Wide trousers are must-have trend this season!

We lead, we do not follow:

Chalice - Kas tantsukingad löövad pilli?

Long and cheerful party behind,

it finally hit us that Ottomar was moving away:

And now something completely different...

blast from the past.

We do everything that normal people do, 

but sometimes we celebrate birthdays at Megazone and drink nice cocktails afterwards:

When you are so happy that you are grown-up and 

do not have to buy the cheapest booze there is:

Nice drinks, good company and questions like 

"Would you rather tattoo your ex's name or some random politician's name on your arm?"

Of course Helis Valdor Seeder is a winner:

We do everything that normal people do, 

but sometimes we celebrate birthdays by playing computer games all together:

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.

If you wanna be my friend, you have to put up with group pictures: