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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Monday, March 15, 2021

Fred's 30th birthday. Lockdown at a luxurious hotel.

Let's rewind back to 2020, to Fred's birthday. The C-19 was sneaking around and Estonia entered state of emergency. Now, in 2021 we have exactly the same (or actually much worse) situation with the pandemic and the country was put, yet again, to full lockdown. The 365 days were mocking us real bad.

Alright, maybe missing a birthday party is not the worse that can happen at the moment. But still, I felt bad for Fred. Especially because of the big 3 and 0. If this was not the perfect time to book "Romantic getaway" package at a fancy hotel, then I don't know when is. 

Celebrations were in order, since it was also my last day at work before heading on a paternity leave. Or vacation as some put it, but I have different understanding about that notion – more palm trees, less shitty diapers.

Preggo lady and 30 year old man walked into a hotel during the lockdown.
Read further to see how the anecdote went on:

Final day at work before heading to paternity leave.
Fred's last day of being 29.
H&M designer collection launch.

Of course we picked the "Romantic getaway" offer,
since it included dinner and breakfast.
The strawberries, rose petals and champagne was a complete surprise for us,
because romance for us means free food:

The lockdown meant that all restaurants were closed.
However, the hotel had turned its 6th floor rooms into private dining spaces.
Beds were replaced with tables. The food was basically left behind the door.
We called the kitchen once we were done. Felt safe. Tasted good. 
And was rather private and romantic:

Back at our room we had fun with the rose petals:

And did some kissy-kissy:

Fuck the minibar prices, because I'm worth that can of Pringles:

Oh, there's a phone in here.
Should I order room service? 
(Spoiler: Oh yes, I did):

Romance includes bottle of champagne.
The pregnante seniorita couldn't have some, but Fred was full of romance in the end:

After being at home ALL THE FUCKING time,
it was rather nice to live a little (safely):

Basically you can throw up now,
because the reflection created a heart shape:

If a rose had to die for this,
then I must make the best out of it:

He blows my mind:

It's an honour to create a human together with him:

The petals were everywhere.
When I woke up, one of them was glued on my buttcheek:

Good morning!
A proper birthday morning includes a proper brekkie:

Staying in our robes, watching Terevisioon.
That's what I call perfection:

11 years together, I still fall in love with him again and again. 
Fred has an absolutely golden personality and a sexy ass that just won't quit. 
Happy another 365 days around the Sun, my baby daddy!

L'Embitu hotel makes people happy.

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