Welcome to Tallinn, G.

It's first of September, hurray for the school. Two years ago today I was settling in Stockholm and enjoying my bitching view from my Lidingö balcony.  My exchange year there was one of the most enjoyable time of my life - I broke my leg while drunk, made a girl cry and most importantly met some awesome people. I still keep in touch with some, whether they are in Scotland, Liverpool, Osnabrück, Helsinki or Vienna. Few weeks ago mr.Vienna came for a visit. He wanted to make up for it that he plays Dota2 with my boyfriend, but hardly talks with me. 

I last saw mr.Vienna on January 20th in 2013, when we had more fun then should be allowed.

The reason why we got along was that both of us have a common favourite weapon - sarcasm. Believe me, I started missing sarcasm and irony so-so-so much during my exchange year full of polite small talk. It's hard to be an Estonian abroad, but mr.Vienna got me. He even got me so well, that others thought we hated each other due to our acerbic conversations.

Here I am holding my mouth closed to keep the witty remarks in:

First things first, we took him on a serious tourist field trip around Tallinn. First time ever I climbed on the city walls just next to GAG. 

Oh, the bird poop and selfies:

I was genuinely happy, what a great way to spend my last vacation days.

Come visit me! Estonia is totes awesome place. My people are not fat at all (remark from mr.Vienna)

Success kid on a Town Hall square.

Even amazing Spiderman needs a day off from duty:

MINU KODUMAA ON NII ILUS!

Wilma and Fred, like it should be:

Picture perfect:

All summer evenings end in Kanala, which is Tallinn version of a ruin bar.

Fun fact: no one drinks beer faster than Germans and Austrians:

Met up with some fashionable ladies. 

In Rimi we trust. Duckface we need:

What is a night in Tallinn without some Moeviin vodka and shot glasses made out of ice?

"Let's make a picture real fast, before my shot glass melts away":

The pure joy of drinking cold vodka, which was accompanied 

by a casual Throw-your-vodka-glass-into-the-sea game. 

The sea won.

"Melt! Baby, melt!

Mademoiselle Liiv owns the place:

We went home quite early, since Lufthansa 5am flight the same morning was a heartless bitch.

The day after we went to the TV tower, where I, yet again, had not been before. 

I needed some help from the gentleman, because I was too pussy to walk on the see-through glass.

My tiny Tallinn:

I am surprised how pretty we are on this picture.

This proves, that if we try really hard, we can trick people into thinking that we are good-looking:

The next stop was my summer cottage, to show the Austrian how flat our country really is and to enjoy something really Estonian - sauna and beer:

I am never too fat, he is too weak. 

Wasps were drinking our beverages faster than we did:

Fred took along his bow, because boys like to play Robin Hood.

Half of the arrows were lost on the field, sad Fred was sad.

"Do I have to spell it out?"

C-E-L-I-N-E.

Volleyball court done out of lanyard and bird netting.

Little DIY project:

"hands up, baby, hands up

gimmie your heart, gimmie, gimmie your heart..."

"High five, dude":

Tallest Men in da house:

Lady Olja sleeping on a trolleybus:

Dat pickle!:

PETA's worst nightmare:

What's the secret of looking this good the day after?

I NEED TO KNOW!

Looking at the car: "Should I drive or not?":

to be continued...

Busy bees catching honey.

The story how I started at Must Puudel, yet ended at club Hollywood dancing to Linkin Park. 

Success level - Viive 46.

Basically my colleagues and I were celebrating one year anniversary. The temporary summer job idea has reached the dizzy heights for me. Like one night stand evolves into serious relationship. Who would have known?

The Queen Bee of my department and I.

Rapunzel never tells the secret about her hair: 

The party organisers are threatening us "To have fun, or else..."

Luckily we take fun very seriously:

Our job is like trying to keep a very fast and furious sports car on the road:

It was difficult not to laugh:

Giving out free hugs:

Sisters Act, Whoopi Goldberg did a fine job:

Spice Girls:

Our hands were living the life on their own:

When a wild fork appears:

Everybody's showing how many drinks have they had:

A friend with a credit card yells "It's my shout!":

I skipped the tanning salon date we had that morning:

Accidental twerk and Miley Cyrus tongue:

MUNCHIES!:

They are holding their breath until they get a new unicorn:

Now few chapters are missing from my camera, but not from my memory. Long story short - a few English chavs tried to flirt with my manager and I took over the translator roll between them. One moment she went to club Studio with the others and I carried on talking with *insert random British names here*. It was pretty textbook situation: Eastern European girl meets British boys, astonishes them  with her knowledge of English language (yes, I speaky) and London nightlife (what were the odds, that one of them loved Alibi? Thanks Ella and my year in London). After few vodka shots, they were even more excited, when I told them that there IS a difference between how vodkas tastes. 

Yes, Fred always knows about these things and approves with a single "LOL"on Whatsapp, when I clarify what is going on. Especially when I texted "I'm at club Hollywood and dancing to Linkin Park. Vodka is pouring and chavs are funny". Or maybe it was written like this: "I'maei hat cllubey Houllly, linkhg park yay. Gode save thye Qurnns!"

Why all the fuzz? That night I did not spent any money. Living my champagne lifestyle with Mõmmi lemonade budget.

The Hollywood for me was too much and I literally ran away. Sorry, guys.

I met up Fred and Ms.O next to Kaarli church, I apologised for my sins and we carried on with the adventures.

It was like 3am and angel Reggie fell on our path. 

The pretty boy on the left sang to "Olen alkohoolik ja ma ei karda kedagi.":

Exactly one Sam was missing to make that night even more fun!

Last time I was this drunk was when I fall down from Marie Laveau stairs and broke my foot. 

I danced well, but walked badly:

Drink up, baby, look at the stars.

maybe we'll meet again between the bars:

"The morning after I found myself tucked in bed,

with the taxi ride memory gone from my head."

At 6am they put me on a taxi and sent me home and carried on partying. 

Fred came home like 8am. I just cannot keep up with the young people:

Drinking is borrowing happiness from the next day, kids!