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.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

My first ever St.Patrick's day celebration

*Warning! Following post might promote intoxicating substances and overly cheerful life*

Now I have come to a point in my life, where I am not able to say "Never have I ever celebrated St.Patrick's day" anymore. I have no regrets, because Sunday never has been so bright and pleasant. Sadly Monday has never felt so grey and dull, but that is another story.
On Sunday Charlie of Scotland (I gave him rather royal name) found a Irish pop playlist on Spotify and invited friends over. Wearing green and/or comedy headwear was a must.


The demoiselle on the left was the guest of honour, because she was Irish and the only one at that party. Plausibly the demoiselle on the right also has some Irish roots, but I have not have the opportunity to confirm it. 
Nevertheless the fact how they knew the songs by heart and moved like Riverdance on tour, suggests their nationality/roots:

Superficial preparations do not go together with St.Patrick's day:


Some of us have their exam period and should have been in their rooms studying.
If it is hard to resist, stop resisting it:


While exploring the house, we found Sean's spaceship that supposedly is an oven. 
"Aliens, man!":


Group picture vs. "No time to explain, must drink this cup...":


His parents heard, that he had some difficulties with Estonians and their alcohol consumption, therefore his father suggested him not to date one. "Charlie, never date an Estonian girl, they all have big scary brothers".
So true (love you, bruv)!:


Little did they know, I enjoy being in the closet.
I love my boyfriend, but I love Narnia more:


It must mean something different in Scotland:


After I found out that the national animal of Scotland is the unicorn!:


We were constantly on the watch for the northern lights, 
because of the magnet storm that were happening around us (spoiler alert: we saw them)


Mix and match 
(I should get an award every time I am drinking on the picture):


Icelandic women are no joke (In Estonian: ei ole mingi ih-ah-haa-ah-ah-haa),
 because they can lift you up without using their hands:

Amused people from France and Germany, 
who were not acquainted with the St. Patrick's day customs:  


"Five drinks for everyone":

Gentleman are evaluating the evening:

Keep those friends close, who are able to carry you home:


I have no idea, why are we examining the passport of 
the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (that is a loooooong name).
Which reminds me that I should apply for a passport, I have not had one since I was 16:

Bonnie and Clyde:

Even though my underwear is trying to escape the scene, it is still a good friend-photo:

On our way to the roof to see the northern lights:

Thank you all and I will end this post with a photo taken in Tallinn that evening:

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