Ta-Linn and Cissi Zukabljäd

I often invite my foreign friends to visit me at the East side, although only few actually come. Tallinn can't really compete with big appealing cities like Paris, London or New York. But it's cheap, God dammit, and I am here! Therefore it is simply best place in Eastern Europe on Earth.

My Stockholm gäris and I, we miss each other a lot and have made a pact to see each other every other month. Friendship needs dedications, cultures need to be exchanged. Have I already told you how bloody cool the European Union is? Connecting people.

Here is the story how Cecilia and Linn got the taste of Tallinn. 

To get the real taste of Tallinn we stayed at our Mustamäe apartment 

and inaugurated the newly renovated bedroom.: 

It's friday night, let's open these zippers up and show some skin:

Good girls gone bad:

Tanja, Katja and Nataša checking the Parliament of Estonia out:

Bloody tourists:

Then we got lost at Yo Hoov! Estonian and Russian rap at its best:

(Credit Oskar Kadaksoo)

The song of the weekend:

On Saturday we slept like kittens and took only ONE drink:

How very Swedish of us, 

we spent the evening putting together IKEA furniture:

My brain had 404 error while mixing together Estonian, Swedish and English language. 

I am not used to thinking this hard:

Cissi tries to cut her beer consumption down:

"I am more of an ass person":

Tanja, Katja and Nataša are ready to go out again:

12 EEK Monkey release party!

(The act before them was really hard to explain to my Swedish friends, 

they told politely that it sounds like some kind of weird museum act.)

The whole weekend was full of golden parties, 

Tallinn was giving out really good vibes:

The brave girls continued to Hollywood, but Fred and I went home. We felt like mom and dad sending their kids off to hell. But they survived all the horny men, bad music and taxi-drivers asking 20€ for 200m. So proud!

Hands up for Eastern Europe!:

Booooom, Tallinn!:

Linn and Tallinn:

We went to Viimsi to have a family dinner 

and had a lazy Sunday:

Lasnamäe/Rinkeby:

At the investment bank:

The goodbye dinner:

Kisses and hugs!

Tack att ni finns!

The circle of life

My absence is explainable and the struggle is real, suddenly I have become an apartment owner. Ironically I am writing this post on a ferry to Finland IKEA. 

First it was a party blog, now it becomes an interior design blog, after that a baby blog and in the end you get from here some tips how to decorate funerals.

The circle of blog life.

First things first.

1. Like I can't even remember how long ago we sent Melis off to a trip around the world.

Clearly girls have more fun than boys:

Talking about the perfect colour of the that couch sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll:

Blurry vision:

The blondes and Juss:

The Oscar nominated motion picture:

2. We took a trip to the wild country side to celebrate Harri's birthday 

and found some pussies:

The class society:

The authentic family dinner:

My friends are finally at that stage that they are having children.

Meet Vibu:

3. Also I saw José Gonzáles and went to heaven. 

The most joyful event of 2017 so far:

4. Met up with my two favourite girls:

5. That day it was -15 degrees, however it smelled like spring.

Embrace yourselves, we have survived another winter!

6. The saddest part of February was when T-Lo decided to move to Poland, egoist as I am, 

I really don't like the distance between us (overly attached friend). 

Before she left, she opened her first exhibition "Debris":

Check the Debris shop out and spend some €€€

(picture credit Marianna Gunja)

*this is written after the IKEA trip*

7.  Last Friday Boiler Room x Lekker happened. 

Such much cool party:

Throwback to 2011 when I was at Boiler Room and saw Jessie Ware first time in my life.

Massive incoming!

Thank you Ella!

Thank you Lekker!

Thank you music!

Dinner, board-games and alcohol. Viva la grown-up life!

I haven't been out since I moved back to Estonia. To be clear I mean clubbing and I have been back in Tallinn three months now. These fancy dinners with wine pouring and board-games that are cooler than expected are taking my reputation down. 

Born to be wild with my friends.

Spending time with couples will be fun, they said...:

Cancel all the meetings, clubbing and put everything on hold, 

since tummy needs some yummy:

"So how are the kids?"

*silently pours some more wine*:

We are pretty,

we are cool,

we are in our twenties!:

I made a basic cake which was completely average:

Mean lean cleaning machine:

The club isn't the best place to find a lover,
so we stay in and talk for hours and hours
about the sweet and the sour.

Quick drinks in Stockholm

After making the "Best of 2016" post I became holmsick (adjective; unhappy because of being away from Stockholm for a long period) 

so I was like hey, you got to use them SAS youth tickets while you can! I don't want to sound like an old lady, but time flies so fast and it has already three months since I moved away from there! Btw on Friday (20.01) Sweden reached the population of 10 million, so celebrations were in order.

Stockhome ❤❤❤

On Friday evening I ran straight from work to the airport and I cannot deny that some vodkas were bought at the tax-free. Yes, I am the only idiot who goes to the second most expensive country to party. 

I hate money, but I love the town:

Quick catch-ups later with my sweetest gäris, 

we were already on the tunnelbana on our way to find some fun:

The only thing I didn't miss about Stockholm were the terribly long queues everywhere. Sorry, not sorry, but we crashed the SKAM FEST at Debaser Strand. No queue. No ticket. No quilt. Just a lot of fun.

(source Debaser Strand)

3am? Home? No!

Blurry taxi-ride after we were at Under Bron, where a lot of guys wanted to be our friends, 

however we only had eyes for the legendary elevator guy. 

He has been pushing the knobs (literally) since forever, what a great job:

6am we were eagerly trying to find Max, but ended up at McDonald's instead 

and found a guy who was in love with Årsta. Such much crazy in love.

The morning after I did some touristy things:

Charged my Swedish batteries:

No long story, just & Other Stories.

So hangover + zipper didn't not close = still hot:

Sture-P, the Posh Spice lives there:

More friends (and yes, I lived at the &OS):

Kungsgatan has a special place in my heart:

Girls just want to have funDAMENTAL RIGHTS!

The future is female:

My girls and I, we went to a gaybar and danced four hours straight.

How very Swedish:

Sunday was time to pack my things together, watch the last glimpse of Swedish TV (we chose Gladiator) and go to & OS one more time:

Cicci Sissi Cissi ❤

That girl is golden, will miss her så jävla mycket!

Malcolm B - Gäris