I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Boddika at Slakthuset

People living in my house are really fun and genuinely lovely people, but our music-taste differs a lot. And I mean a lot. My neighbour, who listens metal, thinks that Boddika is a type of sweets or something.Therefore, nobody was eager to come with me on Friday. At moments like these I understand it's a blessing that Ott is also living here. So we went together and even my Icelandic neighbour came with us.

The party was at Slakthuset, which is the meat-packing district, with only warehouses around. Felt like London for a sec.

 The evening began on the 6th floor, as usual:


Ordinary vodka is our thing:


Mandatory work-like-Tyra Banks-in-an-elevator picture


Monika had his boyfriend from Poland visiting (lucky bastards, cant wait until Kaur is coming)


Daniele doesn't drink often, but then he tried vodka and approved:


The night when Sven was carried home. Good, when you have a great support system:


Then we all split up and I went to Slakthuset with Ott and his friends
Here we are with Anna. Myspace angle win:


ICElandic girl was cold:


We were almost the first ones who arrived there.
Group pictures and sober eyes:


Get down, get down:


The scary toilet-door:


If you're high, these lamps are making you nervous;


We found some Lidingö people there, Anna is really surprised about that:


anonymous boy:


We weren't the only ones on the dance-floor anymore:


He's the ridiculously handsome guy. Like Barney (from HIMYM), who doesn't have single shitty picture. Annoying:


We're discussing how we miss our friend Harri and his never-will-I-pay attitude:


Ott really likes to dress up warm. Even in a club.


The dip God himself - Boddika:


Oops, too low...


...now let's take it one more time, so the faces are showing:


Hairy guy also approves:

This is not Boddika, but I just can't forget when I heard it at Boiler Room
It brings back good memories "Massive, innit"
This song is how I felt on Friday:

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