Best gift ever

Ivan gave me the best gift ever - Hangover Cookbook. As my weekend just started, I should buy some groceries for tomorrow and try it out.

Thank you, Vanja.

It's all about choices:

Friday with Ella and Ivan - Marie Laveau and Lidingö combo

 Never-ending nights and miserable mornings - you know the drill already.

Please cancel my aromatherapy, my psychotherapy, my reflexology, my osteopath, my homoeopath, my naturopath, my crystal reading, my shiatsu, my organic hairdresser. I want to party right now and let's see if I can be re-birthed next week.
( Read more at somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk - my partner in crime)

Russian, Estonian and a Jew - this is how the anecdote starts:

Quick shower, quick shower... Wash and go. Sandpaper, cellulite breakdown, tone and perm, auto-bronzer and birch twigs! Shall I have soap? No, no soap! - and we are ready to go:

Right, time for another little drinky before we go:

 

The Kings drinking game is our holy ritual - I should start my own company and produce that "everybody tributes" liquid all around the world, because it's always so good:

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

Eastern European girls together - looks like a scene from beginning of a pornmovie:

She is surprised that Stockholm is actually pretty fun and Georg is just sexy, because of his new haircut:

We desire to behave this certain way and we love to be able to blame it on alcohol:

 As he always puts up with our music, so we gave him a chance to put his taste on. He chose System of a Down and was Happy Sven. Rrrrr:

We left the building and took the tube.

Sis and bro:

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker:

Dance is about saying something. If you don't have nothing to say, get off the dance floor!

Can you read our body-language?:

 

Ivan is tall, strong and Russian. He will never fall, that's the reason why I am holding on tight:

Everyone has their own symbols:

They looks bright and wise - looking after us, thank God:

Let the music lift you up:

She tried to crowd-surf and the tide went out:

(I have tonnes of pictures me in the arms of different boys, therefore I need to explain my slutiness. Every time me and my theatre-school mates get drunk back home, we start doing different kind of tricks that modern dance has taught us. This is why my body wants to ignore gravity, when I am drunk. Sadly my new friends cannot really do anything else than this pose):

Walk like an Egyptian:

What happens when Ivan stops drinking? He shall drink water (with a little whisky inside):

Sven's life just flashed before his eyes:

The patients, who have escaped from a mental institution. The staff came after them, so they are trying to "act normal" just to blend in to the crowd:

 

Me and Chloe - we think that toilets are underestimated and we fancy them:

Random girl is random:

Some go to church on Sundays, I go to clubs on Saturdays to pray JESUS, JESUS!:

Boob-crab:

If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party together:

Luciano made it here!:

Make the most out of tonight and worry about it all tomorrow:

I didn’t fall. The floor just needed a hug.

A day in the World

 Our Friday was little sleepy, but still full of shopping and (of course) art.

So this post is all about art and shoes - a.k.a. silence before the storm

 Exhibition at Kulturhuset - if you are curious about what others in the World are doing:

Estonian, yes, yes:

The town I live in and the famous fallos:

Careless squatter:

The shoes that Londoners wear:

Ella and Ivan visiting - Thursday

Finally some of my friends bothered to visit me here in Stockholm. I think it is not a very desirable destination, because while living in England I had more mates around (even more than back in Estonia...), that is why I give extra respect to Ella and Ivan, who despite the shitty weather, came to see me here in the North.
Basically my weekend started with Ella arriving on Wednesday. I introduced her to my Lidingö family and as a group we lost our chat-roulette virginity (you better do it among your friends, because you might see a girl sucking a part of a horse's body which is used for urinating and in sexual activity). This explains, why I don't have any pictures from that night and will jump directly to Thursday.

This is my friend Ivan, who is my course-mate back in Tallinn uni. He is my only true Russian friend, which is a bliss, because jokes about communists never get old, which is even more funny, because he is nearly the only one among our course, who does not want to change the Estonian regime into a dictatorship, does not collect little ponies nor does he have the same IQ as a squirrel:

On the left the girl with a great deal of skulls is Ella, who lives in London. We have met in Estonia merely once or twice, but thank god I moved to England. She should insure her mouth, because what comes out from there is pure gold. Also she is obsessed about good music and we frequently share musical orgasms, even though I am a rookie compared to her. If you look at the blogcolumn on the right you can see her boobs, click on them, they are worth it:

Chloe - my partner in crime. How many of us can you handle?:

Anna from Iceland, being hipster as always:

Luciano from Switzerland joins in to imitate his passport picture:

Eva from Belgium and Aske from Denmark pushing out emotions:

Of course if we are drunk enough the sky is the limit. Therefore we always run on the roof.
Amazing family, Ivan and Ella compliment it a great deal:

Let's not fall off the building:

Stockholm in the background. No light pollution and you can see the stars!:

A kiss in need is good kiss indeed. Pure love:

Vogue? Harper Bazaar? We are born to rule their covers:

We are not even trying that hard:

Dental hygiene is very important, kids!:

Carolin from Germany joined. After this shot Chloe started to write on post-its and went little crazy with it (she loves me so). Now my walls are covered and my shower has a sign "Kristel is hot":

"WHY WAS THERE A CAMERA IN THE STABLE!?!? WHY?"

Later me and him danced YMCA. Good party:

Boo-donka-donk - google it:

Bottoms up!:

Hard-core kiss:

If you try to ignore all the bottles, then you see that there are actually three people at the background:

Life is so much beautiful through a drinking-class:

Ducks in heat:

Praaaazdnik!:

She is really nice! Ella said so (I think so too):

All of Eastern Europe in one picture. Long live prostitutes and cheap alcohol:

Then everyone went to sleep and I just refused to do so. The party continued at my room. Deyal and "Paula sul on poisipea"
Best friend-picture ever:

Ella and cool cans:

I think this party was very ass-centric:

While we were dancing, we made our beds:

Kas sina tead, kes sul külas on käinud?! PÄEV! Viive 46.