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. Header: Mandel Photography

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Foals concert in Vilnius

Fred and I really love the band Foals. I mean Fred's celebrity crush is Mila Kunis and mine is Yannis Philippakis, the lead singer of Foals. Nevermind his sex appeal, that guy can sing!
We are such ridiculous fans that a song of Foals is carved upon our engagement wristbands.   

Also one of the most glorious moments in my life was when Yannis stage-dived on my arms during a concert in Italy. I barely washed my hands after that.

For my birthday Erik and Laura gave us the tickets to Foals concert in Vilnius, so road-trip was a must and straight from Epp's and Juss' wedding my hangover self was dragged to Vilnius
to see this magic:

Despite being unemployed girl and struggling student in Stockholm, 
Fred and I managed to see them in Copenhagen year 2015 for the very first time.
Then I was too afraid to fully mosh, but Fred had a blast in the mosh pit:

Year 2016 we flew to Italy to see Foals.
Two major things happened then: Yannis fell on my arms + Fred and I got engaged:

Year 2017 we had amazing Penthouse Airbnb in Vilnius and love continued:

Of course on our way to Vilnius I demanded a stop in Riga so I could shop at COS.
We all four went loco there:

I know a place where I can go
When I'm low down
To your house, down to your house
I will go when I'm low

I know a face who I can show
My true colors
To your arms, into your arms
I will go when I'm low.
Don't you just hate when someone posts some random lyrics. ANNOYING!:

Our couple in crime:

Getting anxious before the concert, hoping to meet Yannis soon:

The wall has spoken "Damn, good shirt":

Suddenly a giant yoghurt appeared:

We jumped, we moshed, I ran directly in, Yannis was so close, I wanted to throw my panties at him.

The next day I was back at being ordinary girly girl:

"Guys, let's go to IKEA?"

The next day we took Erik and Laura's IKEA virginity
and we found tonnes of useful stuff:

Not your ordinary basic bitches:

Next year another concert, another country:

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