Ingmar's birthday. Wonderland inside an apartment.

August (including 31.july) is one tough month, then a lot of important and lovely people have their birthdays. Nine months before it is Christmas...all the lights and romance has affected their parents, if you know what I mean. Love. Love. Love. 

Ingmar is one of them.

 He passionately loves his friends, giving so much, even on his own birthday. Not relaxing, just full throttle onwards. Sick, how high has he raised the true party quality. Mind blown. Let him live forever, I say! 

Ingmar, may you never run out of champagne:

The theme of the party was your favourite era or nowadays. 

I picked a black dress, since it is bloody timeless. :

The view that opened up once I walked into Ingmar's apartment made me speechless. 

Balloons, trimmings, feathers, beautiful people: 

Karl ajab tüdrukute pead sassi.

My head was spinning around:

Let me just say that Laura Lisete KILLED IT that night. Absolutely beautiful woman walked in and my jaw dropped on the floor, so I stepped on it. 

WOWZA!:

A little waffle you need, before liquid dinner:

 (I am so checking Karl out here):

Exactly at midnight we went outside and sang to Ingmar. As he just had thrown out one bed from his apartment we put Ingmar on it and lifted it x+1 times. Little note here, the 80th birthdays is going to be a killer, our hands will fall off. Anyways then Ingmar disappeared, leaving a note behind. Mission "Where's birthday boy" took us on the rooftops and on the streets. Despite the danger, we managed to survive. Eventually we also found Ingmar. Happy end.

Kät from London/Paris/*insert some big city name here* was visiting Estonia. Of course we had to drag our intoxicated asses up on the roof, next to SEB main building.

F-a-b-u-l-o-u-s:

The broken bed and us trying to Vogue. Never mind that Kät just hurt herself and blood was everywhere. Drunk mind does not understand nor notice.

Estonian nature, Kakerdaja Fen. MINU KODUMAA!

From my mother I got a warm heart and from my father I got endless thirst, also I cry like the farmer's wife every time I climb on the top of the highest platform in Estonia (which is like 3m).  Basically that altogether makes me utterly Estonian.

AGA KAS TÕESTI MINU KODUMAA ON NII ILUS VÄ? HING JÄÄB KINNI SIUKSE ASJA PEALE!:

We were just chilling at our summer cottage near Jäneda and went to see Kakerdaja Fen, which was amazing. Furthermore, we managed to see a baby viper and I am truly fascinated by snakes, creep as I am. Kaur not so much.

Never could I ever live in a big city. 

Maybe little bit of "Meeletu" inside me?

"Go home, hippie. Your Woodstock is over!"

Still high from Ott's birthday

Laumets 23

31th of July is marked red in my calendar and has a thick line around it. Yes, such a special day. Beyond special actually, because it's Karl's birthday. He is a piece of gold of the bottom of the blue - hard to find, but when you do you'll never let go. Therefore his birthday is ker. nah. mul. poh. ma. surnd.!

There's not enough word's to describe him. Year 2011 I wrote this post about him: 

  "Laumets" (click)

Stay cute, Wish big.

Never let anyone count your candles:

The photographer tricked us and we forget to make our usual "picture faces".

Instead laugh is our present:

Those new smartphones are getting ridiculous:

He dreaming about his 80th birthday. 

I guess nothing has changed, we are all there and so are our rheumatisms:

He never invites friends over, but they still come.

Every year he tell us not to bring any presents, we always do.

Basically we ignore everything he says:

I made this cake for him, which was a failure and screamed "29!"

My hands are shaking after years of heavy drinking, pardon:

Group photo together with Karl's family.

Koorekiht!

After the group picture was done, surprise guest were jumping out from every corner, 

like mushrooms after heavy rain (koorekiht on koorekiht):

I have to pee, Kaur is the only sober one and Kersten really is harassed by the flash:

 Long live Karlovitš!

Me, me, me and me. The usual.

I have one week of summer left then I start working, which is rather nice since a dollah makes me hollah. Furthermore stores are filled with 'Hello school' signs, basically it is time to start buying pencils and notebooks with kitties on them. Bitches loves kittens. I am not very happy to go back to uni especially since my sweetest and funniest Ivan is moving to the Netherlands. They all are going, but I guess right now is my time to stay. And my Mister's. He cannot run away from the house chores anymore, tonnes of snow needs to be handled. Muahahhaa.

Otherwise life is good, although I miss my children, whom I babysat in Sweden. 6 and 8 year old children fluent in French, Swedish and English. Seeing all the Facebook updates makes me miss my geniuses. Also cannot wait until E & L will do the impossible and make me auntie Wilmps. No surprise that all we ever talk about with Ella on Skype is babies (not in a creepy way, as if you would understand)

Got really talkative here, but actually I just wanted to show you myself in every possible angle.

This one is made after Kuru, when I undid my 'festival hairdo', which gave me a massive afro. 

Would like to say that we had this fabulous lounge party with friends and champagne, 

but fake it until you make it:

My boobs have wings:

The best reason to make your tummy ache:

Too soon?

Kuru Plirr 2013

The festival season for us started with Positivus and ended, like always, with Kuru. 

No pic, no proof = Kuru 2012  and Kuru 2011. We really do not like breaking the tradition, new things intimidate us. 

This year I should say big up to the organisers, because it was better thought through than ever. Never mind the toilet fairy, who provided toilet paper all the time. Festival heaven. Yes, I rate places with an eye on how comfy it is to pee.  

Once my dad bought a car that his ex-girlfriend could practise driving. Since then it has been pretty much standing in the garden, being a cool place to put things into. For Kuru 2011 we borrowed the Nissan and have done it ever since, despite the tonne of rust and things falling off. At least it had a cassette player, that is enough.

Two anonymous girls sitting on the back seat with Paula. The beginning of our trip:

Our tent has served me ten years and it is almost time for retirement.

Always friends help us to erect it with good hope:

Paula flew back to Copenhagen basically on that day, but nobody wants to miss Kuru, 

so she still made it:

It was a great surprise that my Golden Ladies and Gentlemen came also. 

Straight from a canoe trip, ready for the forest:

Chill out lounge. 

Zin Zen Win:

"A где праздник?" - "здесь, в сенном сарае?"

House music turned into Barn music:

Happy trio:

Sam in need is a good Sam indeed:

The awkward stalkers:

Hand up those who have been meaning to eat more salad:

Things at night:

New quality standard - Rando approval:

Kersten voice "Misasja!?" is in my head.

The guy with Moeviin always nearby:

The next day the weather was killing us softly, thus we had to find a swimming place. We were lost several times and found some other cars wandering around the forest. 

Wanderlust all the way:

We accidentally found it. 

Very romantic place, with beautiful people.

I was of course sitting by the shore, because water is scary shit:

To have a cigarette in the cold water = bliss:

In the daytime it is a sports camp, in contrary to the nighttime, when it has nothing to do with healthy lifestyle:

Valge Klaar õues mängimas:

Until there are friends, music, Moeviin and Vytautas - Earth is a good place to live on:

I like to sit in the dark corners and watch people:

This year's Kuru mascot:

I shit you not, but it is just glorious when you fill the bubbles with cigarette smoke.

Pure magic! (warning, this might make you dizzy):

Adventure Time!

He wears the shirt once a year:

"My idea of paradise is that period just after sunset or before the sun rises and I’m listening music and everything is flowing. I pray that the sun won’t rise so I could do it forever. That’s my ideal time. ":

X marks the spot, they say, where the treasure lies,

But it marks not these spots here in front of my eyes.

Niko live:

Sunday called "Only the brave" day:

Every year: