Positivus 2013

It was like so last month, but still it's worth mentioning - the festival Positivus 2013. Last year was so much fun (click to see for yourselves) that we had to repeat it this year. Not a big fan of the XX anymore, but still I guess you have to see them before you die, also I really enjoy overheated tents and porto potties. Favourite! Of course the best comeback goes to Turk-kebab that last year gave food poisoning to some people, but was back stronger than ever.

Summer is bloody bliss!

Melissa's parents took this cheerful picture before we were heading to Latvia.

Our  journey began there:

How absurd and silly to carry this with me the whole year round:

It seems that we have arrived quite blithely to Latvia, but hell no! The wind was so strong that we had big problems erecting our tents, madness.

But when life gives you lemons, make a longdrink:

The festival is really lovely. 

First of all, it feels like you haven't crossed Estonian border, especially next year when Latvia also will have Euro. Secondly it is the paradise of hammocks:

As you see I was wearing my winter clothes, but feelings were still high:

 Complimentary sound to last picture:

Twenty One Pilots music was shit, but the guy managed to heat up the crowd better than Karl Laumets could (weirrdd):

 Complimentary sound to last picture:

RBMA stage was on the beach and the wind was blowing so strongly that the massive incomings were all lost:

Cool guy with his friends:

The Crystal Castles singer was tripping balls and drinking Jack Daniels on stage and smoking more frequently than singing

When this is not Positivus then I do not know what is:

 Complimentary sound to last picture (the 17 year old me loved this song) 

Liquid dinner:

My house is bigger than my neighbour's:

I do not drink coffee. I do not drink Coca-Cola, but this is just way too cool:

I Wear* Experiment. 

On Saturday the Palladium stage was dedicated to Estonian music only:

I do not have a picture from Odd Hugo, but it was a really nice find among it all

By the end of day two, we felt like this:

It is really silly to be alone:

Kurak. Another great find

The best camel-toe goes to this photographer:

Sigur Ros. 

I literally do not have any words, it was a surreal experience. People, me amongst them, got so carried away by the music, so there wasn't any dialog between the artist and the crowd, it all got very mixed and borders were lost. Do I make any sense?  I guess it was like a beautiful acid trip, where you saw colours and remembered your first kiss. 

 Complimentary sound to last picture.

And then it came, in the end of the last day. I was tired. I was cold. I wanted to take a shower, but I just had to see them.

The XX:

Jamie XX could be my long lost brother. The singers could just be the cutest best friends and the lightshow was just mindblowing. Never mind the songs playing from the speakers before they came on the stage, it was better than anything else:

FANtastic party at home.

We invited some people over to celebrate Kaur's graduation. 

Every time when I find myself making potato salad in the kitchen, I know it is going to be a good party. 

The beginning of the film was exposed.

NB! The bottles have illustrative purpose only:

Harri is really into Tallink boats:

Kuldvillak sitahäda 500:

Göööööörlfriends being united again:

Some friends of ours like to remain mysterious:

Then a lot of them went away like 1 AM, but no worries the Bomb Squad remained put:

Once a long time ago our neighbour got really angry over the noise level we were making and promised to call us the police if the "Õnts, õtns does not stop". Therefore that day when intoxication levels rose together with youtube volume button, we decided to go to our bedroom to test our new speakers with Spice Girls and you know the ordinary stuff. No police, just fun.

The sweaty drunk people have this strong lavender smell and also we were running out of oxygen. Then we got this fan that was just 'gone with the wind fabulous':

The party ended the next day 3PM with pancakes and freshly made jam.

We have awesome friends and some of them were greatly missed, especially who love my potato salad.  Thank you for coming!

Refreshing myself with Vanja + Bye-bye Ian

All the important stuff has been said and now comes super mega mix.

Before heading to Positivus, I had some days and nights together with Vanja, Ian and Reggie. 

Maybe my mind is 'to the left, to the left', 

but it is silly how sexual a pink bicycle can be:

Vanja is the king of ciders:

I am sure he is still not satisfied with the outcome:

Prosta Glamour on a park bench:  

He is moving now to Gröningen, but this picture will be on his wall to remind the good old days:

"I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a choo-choo train"

Tallinn Town Hall at its glory:

Everybody's leaving Estonia and moving away. Whatevs, see if I care *cries a little*.

Now it's Ian's turn to go to London and study hard. Find a job, buy three dogs and get rich.

"Mmm, the last breath of homeland":

Luckily all living abroad will come back for the summer.

Miss Amsterdam and Miss Copenhagen:

The young and the restless:

Espirit's graduation.

Finally we have reached the point where I can share my Mister's graduation pictures. 

A cheerful day of celebrating a massive student loan, hoping the masters degree will be done free of charge at home or together in Sweden . Han måste praktisera sin svenska att köpa köttbullar från IKEA.

On a serious note I am really happy for/with him. 

My sound engineer. 

BSc in Music Technology:

The joys of living in Eastern Europe (actually Northern, but let's not get into THAT discussion)

means that you have to carry three enormous suitcases with you on the graduation day, 

because three years = a lot of shit.  What was I thinking when subscribing to Vogue? 

Arriving to Gillingham, which is a rather unpleasant place to be.

 I remember the first day there in 2010 - I saw like a 12 year old mom at McDonald's screaming at her baby "Eat your dinner!!!":

Ready to go.

We got some strange looks while walking towards the university, our appearance was too peculiar for Gillingham:

That day a very high percent of Estonian population was in Rochester, we left two guys behind in Tallinn to guard the free wifi and the other one was selling alcohol to Finns:

The Kask:

HANDsome:

I guess a rookie artist tried to experiment with verism:

When it's above average summer temperature like +17°C,

 then "MA TAHAN VILU!":

 Done!:

A fellow course mate with his mom. They were also happy that it was over: 

One more time!

Ross from the "Friends", anyone?

The evening consisted of endless waiting.

After receiving the graduation robes and making jokes at ridiculously expensive photograph, we were out of things to do:

"Sorry Mario, but our princess is in another castle":

Thinking about their bright future:

 It was forbidden to take photographs at the ceremony (like, seriously?), but I wish you would have been there to see how female monsters were wearing heels too high and *wobble* wobble* wobble*.

Otherwise it was like the set of a Harry Potter movie, also epic organ player was epic:

Live dangerously and take a photo:

Probably a junior pickpocket is running in the background:

Since Alexis did not have a camera with, then I was their private photographer.

 I am sure I did a better job than the "£15 click":

Hufflepuff meets Gryffindor:

She has been there every graduation. A champion:

He and ze ladies:

 They look like I photoshopped them there, but really he did graduate:

Internationally mothers speak the same language The Momish:

"A kiss?"...

..."a hug?"

Cheerful streets:

The graduation took place in here:

Then we sent away family and friends. 

A pint in need is refreshing indeed:

Picture in a picture in a picture in a picture:

Even when all dressed up justeat.co.uk:

He gets cranky when hungry, but not like those two blokes who came in the next second. They were tripping balls and got angry at the staff not showing them the salad. Basically a fight broke out and sentences like "Black monkeys, go back home!" were said. Surprisingly despite all that we managed to get our pizza. Good service and a proper way to say goodbye to that place. 

Police arrested them in the end.

Before those blokes got arrested, police confused that guy with them. 

He can now say that he got arrested for two minutes on his graduation day:

All roads take to a house party:

Classy at the kitchen:

To be clear she was not at work, she was just freezing:

"DAS IS ZUUUUUUPAAAHHHH!"

We hurried back the next day, since we had to catch a plane to Frankfurt. 

Tired as hell:

Waiting a taxi, not amused

 Goodbye England!:

Something made by him. Estonia in mind