Chrystal Cunt

Autumn mode is activated, which means I constantly have to answer people's question "You're so pale. Are you sick or something?" White girl problems, yo. Ordinary Estonian would buy a plane tickets to Turkey to solve the problem, yet I'm flying to fellow tribe mates, who never see the sun through their office windows. Yep, London and Liverpool next month. Yibidiyepp!

But now few updates form the past.

Mister O had a birthday party. Cannot really tell a lot about it, since I slept through it. The party animal inside me is extinct. 

Updates so far: The two ones on the left live now in Australia. Pretty f***ing far. Paleness is not an issue for them anymore.

How to make Mr.O ever sexier - TATTOOS! 

At my birthday party in May I throw a "How well do you know me?" quiz. Mr.O and evA's team won (my boyfriend came last, but that's another story). I promised the winners a prize, which was ready to be hand in at Mr.O birthday party. One question at my quiz was "If I would be a DJ, what name would I have?" their team answered Chrystal Cunt and here are the fan T-shirts: 

We came twice:

Now something completely different.

Fred was in Latvia for one week and made music 24/7. 

The life of Fred:

Next stop evA's housewarming.

Although eyes are closed, she still looks banging - the woman and pies, yo:

More pictures of girls in the kitchen (as it should be):

Õika balcony smile, thug life:

Showing them big round eyes:

Memm ja Taadu:

Drink up baby, look at the stars.

Back to watching Õnne 13, since it is my day off.

The Ab Fab Festival of 2014

The older I get, the more I blank out. Like the forgotten unprocessed film-roll that I found recently, clueless of the memories that it consisted. 

How on Earth did I not remember The Ab Fab Festival of 2014, the birthday of my dearest friend?

It is time to make amends.  

Since on the correct date of his birthday Carlovizch was wearing a bunny suit in a land far far away, then "Better late than never" picnic was in order. 

We have come a long way from Sovetskoje, now it's the Era of Asti:

One was in love, the other one was falling in love.

Conclusion: that moment our lives were bloody amazing. 

Don't hate, celebrate:

"I didn't get out of bed and dressed up for this shitty weather," 

in other words, it was a blessing that Dréinu lived nearby.

Cheers! 

Our bloodstream was rather intoxicated at that moment.

Let's put our heads together, two brains might function better than one:

The old people smell is disgusting yet somehow enchanting:

Then it was time to take the taxi home. Big was my boyfriend's surprise when I arrived home so early (1am). He thought the party would last minimum a week, since he is familiar with what happens when Circus meets Carlovizch and Dréinu. Actually he was quite right, the party continued two days later.

The round two.

Cute as a button:

First things first - the garden inspection. 

What is new? Is theirs bigger than ours? What is that smell?

How is Pontu doing?

Carlovizch was given a hug to get him distracted from the fact that one drink was spilled the moment before. 

WE HAVE ONE RULE!

Trying the get back injuries to avoid army service:

Bra-vuh-uh-huuur:

Koorekiht! (to read with Carlovizch voice)

The equality of sexes:

Keep in mind this birthday card. 

Without it the end of this blog post would not make sense:

Watching Rasmus Mägi win the silver medal.

The birthday boy, going strong!

The fresh cold water keeps us going.

Prrrroška!

The original Positivus festival:

Probably now you think the party got out of hands. But no! Never!

 Artsy people as we are, we started to re-enact the photo on the birthday card mentioned before.

Such good idea:

Sit-com Garden Gnomes soon in TV:

More fun than should be allowed:

Live long and save one for the morning:

Fiiishon. #pretty

My job is grrrrreat. It's motivating. It's developmental. 

Even when I feel like I am turning from grape to raisin, surprisingly I still have the will to give out some juice.

And, yes, I like the beautiful clothes around me. Such a girl!

"Hello, this is my back and today it's my best feature":

My colleague B (almost Beyoncé).

We didn't know each other at all, but teamwork got on extremely well, it almost felt like we have worked together a long time:

Mannequins are the bitchy ladies, who don't like to dress nor undress themselves. 

Mr.Muscle work:

#the mirror is right

Stolen from Merily's blog.

Tsss. My little secret:

High heels and ab fab at Kadriorg

I'm on a sick leave, which is so bothersome. Never mind the fluffy slippers and comfortable pyjama I have on right now, hence it is lovely to blogg about the time, when everything was functioning in the Looks Department. I'm talking about the final day, when Mister Vienna was in Tallinn. 

A little freshen up never hurt no one, also after partying at the country-side it was well needed. 

We headed to restaurant NOP and the food there was bee's knees (I have failed as a blogger, since I don't have any food pictures. I so sorry.)

"No, you can't sit with us":

Thank you, independent Estonian breweries, you have made our life more enjoyable.

We didn't wish to be racist, hence we ordered different colours and kinds available on the menu:

You call it a shit hole, we call it an investment:

Lovely streets to walk on, 

although they turn into hectic oneway labyrinth during my driving lessons:

He enjoys the moments, when I eat him with my eyes:

Batman and Robin

Being sick gives me time to watch a marathon of "Would I Lie to You?".

The last episode they talked about knit leg warmers made for swans. Suits well with this picture. (Click to watch the episode) 

Listening to Beyonce - Pretty Hurts.

Looking at the massive blood vessels on my foot. The circulations is having a party on its own:

Two boys were making pictures of me, it was a uplifting feeling:

Tunnel romance:

Kadriorg. 

Mostly classy, sometimes sassy, almost never trashy:

Even boys like flowers:

The presidential residence.

Our Pink House:

On our way home, Mr.Vienna was interested in the Maarjamäe memorial. 

Soviet statues are so difficult to explain, the ideas then were coco-loco sugar loops.

"Tegelikult oli see “kangelaslik” jääretk lihtsalt suure Vene laevastiku ja kommunistliku hirmuvalitsuse kabuhirmus põgenemine Keila poolt lähenevate väikeste saksa jalaväeüksuste eest 1918. aasta veebruaris. Selles valguses on Maarjamäe obelisk vist kogu maailmas unikaalne nähtus kui ausammas argpüksidele." (source)

"KAWAII!"

The last day of vacation ended with strong positive feelings. 

Friends - the best there is.