Coco choco sugar loops - The Wig Gig

On Friday we were at home to make a decent Estonian feast, which consisted of potato salad and spinach rolls. Yes, we went big, because we had something mind-blowing to celebrate, but I do not want to rush the news for now. 

Also in the end of the day we went little crazy with Laura's wig. You cannot even believe how much excitement it brought, the picture below is a little spoiler alert:

"Hey, Sugar Loops" - "Hey Coco Choco":

Almost genuine sausage, but not quite yet.

Polish food we trust (almost), because without it the potato salad would have suffered:

There is a picture of a little fruit, which is right now a size of a peach.

Let me just say that a particular family is digivolving onto next level:

Proper Eastern European style roller pin:

Girlfriend of another mister and a boyfriend of another sister:

Me and Mikk tried to kiss each-other, Tanel was just chilling in between:

"Hands up, those who love Dšešus!"

"Hallelujah!"

I have blocked out everything before 2000, though occasionally memories come back and I have some flashbacks:

Probably breast-feeding, it is really IN right now:

The emotions we get, while watching cat videos:

The Little Witch is flying on her broom:

Three years living in England and studying music - eventually this is what happens:

Ovaries before brovaries:

Maybe he's born with it. 

Natural as Anu Saagim's boobwork:

Elämä on laiffii!:

Johhaidii = The second day in Liverpool

The next day was a little more laid-back. We walked around the city and did tourist shit, as you do.

E and L have a special fireplace that probably does not work, but is excellent for placing pictures. 

We were there too, not sure if they change the picture every time new guests are around or they really love us...:

Great success is to be an adult and eat cookies for breakfast:

Lamp is a lamp:

After that we went out to walk around the city. 

"Come at me bro" and "Bring it on":

Massive tunes and wicked income:

Never-ending pattern of England:

Big house, don't remember what it was though:

A dress made out of human hair, little bit too kinky:

Endless pattern of Liverpool:

"Holding my head up, holding it up" - see what I did here?:

Of course, The Beatles, because my grandfather insisted that I should make some pictures. He saw Beatles in Stockholm 1963:

Lauras shine out, but boys are not far behind:

90's bar makes us fierce:

Those lips are made for being perfect:

Look what shoes I am wearing. Those were my Mister's Valentine's day gift for me. A clear hint...:

Delphic at Liverpool O2 Academy

At Christmas our really close friends E and L announced that some tickets are waiting us with our names on it. Also, this became the main impulse, why I booked my trip to Liverpool. Sometimes you need that little kick in the ass to start moving onwards. Oh, how I needed that kick. By the way, I had not been outside of Sweden since August, basically since I moved here. In Circus travel years it is like a century.

After we arrived in Liverpool, we hugged and straight away we started warming up for Delphic, which has iconic value among our group. 

Keep your friends close, in case of horny audience, who will rub against every body part you have:

First things first. The place, where we stayed after sitting for 6 hours on a bus. It felt so bright and lovely that I could swore I had died and gone to heaven:

If we would have been at a cinema queue in Estonia, we would have ordered Sõbra Combo for all:

When I moved to England in 2010, we all had the plan to go listen Delphic at London Warehouse Project. It somehow did not work out. We had the tickets and all, but only me, my Mister and Ella went instead, therefore this is something we had been waiting for a long time to happen:

Family portrait with a Furry Focker:

It is a scary world out there, thank God that the female part seems unintimidated by the fact:

operation K.E.L.K.:

Yo, nigga, hav ya seen ma lamp:

The joy of alcohol. And respect for those who can still smile without consuming it:

They have the legit drum kit, with their name on it, must. be. real. shit. :

Better having cheeks together, than rubbing your face against a computer screen.

# Long distant relationshit problems:

The amazing Four. My Mister is a little bit sleepy tho:

Dšešus!:

He got rubbed against and lost his concert double-Einar virginity:

He is so happy that we did not have protective ear-gear, therefore we could not hear anything afterwards. He in the other hand looked like a robot and was happy about it:

At the gym, 10 kilo bench press:

After we had an opportunity to let Delphic know what we thought about them. Youtube booth for the win:

Expected big crowds, but got a intimate taste of Delphic. Yummie:

The artist from Balti station: