The funeral of 2020 - avoided crowded parties, yet still dressed up

New year, same me. Because I'm always getting more and more awesome without even pushing it. 

I did my fair share of recap of 2020, but now it's time to share the most quietest New Year's Eve I have ever had. Avoided crowded parties, yet dressed up anyways. Fred and I enjoyed quality dinner and rediscovered the art of TV during the big night.

Not promising to get thinner or healthier (2021 will be other way around), just enjoying the ride:

As we had just moved in to our new home,

Fred duct taped the TV on the wall, so I could jam with my ladies:

How Estonians celebrated the Brexit:

Long live deviled eggs:

It was almost midnight and bitch felt like Beyoncé:

Look at this lady rolling on the bathroom table:

Something you don't want to wear in the airport, going through the metal detector

(remember we travelled in the past?):

Käime kokku, käime kokku

Nagu Saaremaa ja tuulik

Nagu Pärnu linn ja muulid

Nagu püstolid ja kuulid

Nagu Roosma ja Tuuli

Nagu saksofon ja huulik:

Years go by and I still buy that Blossa annual glögg.

Can't drink it, but holding it is fine (every year): 

AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Kissed my husband, kissed my dog and there was no one else nearby:

Šarik didn't enjoy the situation,

he was like "STHAAAAPPPPP":

Of course they didn't stop.

Some teenagers blew up apples in the courtyard, oh the youth!

Then I started to celebrate the hangover

that I would not have the next day:

Missing people and parties,

but the quality companionship will do for now.