Why Ott is the best there is.

I was flipping through my blog since the beginning (do not make the same mistake). If there's any good about this blog, it's the possibility to let everything out without actually having to say it to their face. It seems I have written some post about my dearest friends, the most of them are now password protected, since the stories don't bare the daylight.

So back to basics and I'm doing something which is so two thousand and ten.

Meet my friend, Ott.

The dickhead and I were classmates, yet I didn't register his whereabouts before he came up to me (year was 2007) and quickly declared "Nummi says hi!" Nummi was/is a sign of quality and I finally felt relieved that I had a mutual friend with someone in that God forsaken school. 

Quality, I say:

Next chapter began, when I broke up with my boyfriend in 2009. At a party I was crying somewhere in the corner and drinking Põltsamaa Tõmmu. Girls repeatedly cave me tissues so I could wipe off my issues until Ott came up, slapped me and said: "Stop crying and start being awesome instead." True story. Brutal woman-beating all the way, yet it bloody worked. Everything started to go uphill from there...

...until we were up the hill drinking (he is the one, who pushed Fred and I together. And I quote from 2010 "Wilma and the Two Dragons Era":

I'll just skip thousands of chapters in between, because I have far too many awkward pictures to pick from. 

The time we really grew together was when we both accidentally moved to Stockholm in 2012. I stopped being "his best friend's girlfriend" and earned an "awesome friend" title (I hope). Let's face it, I should get some praise for keeping all the crazy women away from him. Once a girl was so freaky that I had to distract her until Ott could jump out of a window and escape. Love that manwhore.

It was really a great time. Parties. The late night talks. The late night Õnne 13. The "let's have a sleepover" and accidentally staying for two weeks, because it was unbelievably fun to convince a Finn that Estonias drink from a chair (??!? sense it makes none). We were evil! (and my balcony view was bitching in Stockholm):

He might be tough, but ladies, he is a cutie pie:

Now we are in year 2015 and just last Friday we casually grabbed a beer. Mocking his Tinder dates is always a great way to end your week with:

Also I have managed to confuse people about my dating life. Some of my acquaintances send their hello's to my boyfriend Ott and I think most of our friends in Stockholm thought we were a really dysfunctional couple. The thing is, when Fred and I get married, Ott will be the best man, bridesmaid, the priest and the host, because we don't have money to invite anyone else:

Also I love his double chin:

With him I stop being sad and start being awesome instead. 

Puss!:

I have him bookmarked for life:

Museum

A bit different vibes

Haapsalu HÖFF

It was the traditional HÖFF time again. Last year's posts are here and here.

Since I've been around more these last weeks, I have more pictures to show.

Starting from Thursday with Jazzkaar + Leikki at Reede.

This is how friend pictures look like, when your bestie has a boyfriend:

The grass is greener and the sky bluer while you walk away from Jazzkaar 

and a hot guy is holding your sweaty hand:

Also it is much more pleasant to pack up your things to Haapsalu, 

when a special Mister from Liverpool helps you iron the clothes.

No pic, no proof - he really was here (Fred sleeping while driving, he is THAT skilled)

Finally in Haapsalu, instead of horror you have strawberry dessert in bed:

Some scary movies later we went to Kuursaal.

More techno than should be allowed:

The serious green man:

Danced so hard that my fingers got tangled up:

Kuursaal at 3am:

A drunk cute night walk home:

Fred takes drift shopping very seriously. 

He takes a stool and his time:

Depressed person from Tallinn walks in to a happy store:

WHY CAN'T I TAKE THE TRAIN TO HAAPSALU!?!?!

KESSSSSE VASTUTAB!

I WANT

*caps lock broke down*

Google maps street view:

"Hot men?"

"Where?"

"There!":

HÖFF iz ze best.

The best we saw:

Viljandi Electronic Folk Festival

Your Woodstock is over, hippie. Go home

...or to Viljandi.

I tried to ignore the seniors behind me, who were more fit for the landscape of Viljandi:

The lectures of Olev Muska and Sven Grünberg.

And how did you spend your weekend? #notthatprimitive:

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Epifolium. My secret love since

we had his concert at Ott's place (see: "Ott's birthday full of surprises")

"Born in Wales, raised in Canada but with Estonian roots, self-taught musician Iisak Sulev Andreller returned to his homeland for the first time in 2008 to explore his family history and traditional Estonian music. He attended every folk festival he could, including a 5-day folk music workshop where he learned to play the kannel(the Estonian National instrument) adding to the repertoire of other instruments he had already mastered. Learning this traditional Estonian instrument through playing old folk songs planted the initial seed for what would soon become Epifolium."

The couple on the left has been together approximately 1 month = needs to have body contact 24/7.

The couple in the middle has been together 5 - 8 months = writing poems to each other, eww.

On the left we have a married duo = searching interesting places to have sex, aaaaaa yeaaahh.

The couple sitting in the front have been together 5 years = they enjoy each other's company and smile like there's no tomorrow:

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Meister Jaan

All I need is double Põhjala Rukkirääk and I'm good:

Trad.Attack and disco ball at its finest:

Trivia of the day: Trad.Attack just came back from Malaysia 

and the warm humid weather made their bagpipe grow flowers. 

*smirks*

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Late night walk home.

Jumps. Kisses. Hugs.:

"Hello, I'm two years old and I can speak Estonian, Ukrainian and Russian"

a.k.a. I felt dumb:

Back in Tallinn I look and smell a bit different:

Wööörk, girl.

 Contrary to normal people, who have life goals and 10-year-plans, 

I wing it everyday. 

I'm like shit fuck happy that one day I can set up scenery for fashion and bloggers pleasure. And the next day my duties include feeding two little lambs at a museum. Wait...what?

Yes. Wörk, girl.

These bitches do not co-operate, they just wait there to be dressed.

Even smooch doesn't pursue them:

If only I drank coffee and smoked, 

then I would definitely do that on our balcony:

Knock*knock*

"Who's there?"

"The wedding season"

MOAR invitations, please!:

Suddenly a wild lunch appears! (professional blogging all the way):

 I'm the little unseen dwarf that drags all the prettiness from showroom to Chedi, 

puts it up neatly and leaves before bloggers understand what hit them.

The most beautiful open house I have been involved with.

*high fives herself*

16.04 worldwide at flagship stores.

Go and buy. The little dwarf recommends:

Such. Much. Girl.

Loves flowers shopping:

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in next episode "My lambs and I"

Tronden at Tallinn Music Week

My Mister is somewhat into music.

 He has come a long way from pants tucked into his socks 

and playing dubstep at clubs that looked like Tallink karaoke bar. 

Then came his alias Espirit. Don't want to brag (hell, yes I want!), but his most known song was about me. 

(5:26) 

Although a lot of panties were thrown at him from the crowd, he never played that song live. 

Years passed, preferences changed and improvements were made.

Then he asked our friend Ott to give him some extra kicks on the drums.

Ott kicked so hard that Espirit died and Tronden was born.

On Thursday they played at Baltic Scene TMW showcase together with other great musicians:

Cute as a button:

Rododendron is that you?

It was unbelievable that Ott broke his hand at their ski-trip to Austria just month before.

Hospitals. Screws. Fuck pain. 

Rehabilitation with drums, definitely doctors orders: 

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The three of us spend so much time together that it is unclear which one am I dating?

People have asked me, how my boyfriend Ott is doing.

Such. Much. Confusion.

My boyband:

I serve as their photographer, drumstick holder, stuff carrier, crowd handler/the front of the stage manager 

(I clap, I jump and scream. I step closer, when others are afraid to).

A.k.a the biggest fans:

The day after Tronden at Jooks TMW Citystage:

And now ten times more famous.

The outcome.

xx.

http://tmw.ee/et/#!/artist/tronden