Our good friend from London came to visit this weekend, oh-so-good! So we headed to Tartu, where he had to play records. AIAIAJU-HU-HUI!
There's no oxygen to be found in the Gen club smoke room, so you can slowly pass away:
Our good friend has a balcony bigger than her apartment,
we were pleased (In England I have a 20cm wide balcony):
Hot air balloon and hot girls:
Not just ordinary students:
Karl tried to cook, now he has a wound on his hand and he is back to eating fast noodles:
Together we are unstoppable:
Drink like no one's watching:
Passing out elegantly:
Apart from this beautiful girl you must keep in mind those huge windows that the flat has. WHOA!:
Ready for the dancefloor (sponsored by Haapsalu thrift stores):
Little My:
The one that got away:
I waited him with balloons at the airport. I like Sam:
You can't find me? Look from the bar:
When he played records the audience had different reactions, one was laughy, other one was sad. Mixed emotions:
Reading newspapers at a party:
Welcome to the Red Room, honey:
He may dance with you, but that doesn't mean he likes the music:
Others were dancing, but he was sitting and turning knobs:
The morning after we didn't have the luxury to fly back to Tallinn by plane. Damn that:
Sweetie pie:
On his way back to London:
Nice time we had.
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