So okay...cool...I just forgot everything I wanted to write about. How...me.
-Ah, I just remembered something. Last week! It was pretty nice & a very busy one. Let me start from the beginning.
I was sitting in the garden with my blonde twin L and we were eating chips and chocolate like it was going to be our last day on earth (which would have been nice considering I don't fit into most of my jeans anymore. But who cares, there are kids who starve in Afghanistan, right?) And then I got a phonecall from one of my niece's. I swear, the convo looked somewhat like this:
she: OOOOOOoooooohstellasoooosooonicetohearfromyouihopeverythingisnicebecauseitisSUUUUCHanicedayandireallyloveitsoahowareyouanyay
me: ...erm? could you..-
she:yeshereiwasthinkingthatmaybeicouldcomeandvisityousometimesoon
me: I didn't actually get that..-
she: *laughing* anditreallyisabeautifuldayandmaybewecouldcomenextweekorohijustforgotihavetogotolondononfridaysomaybeearlier
me: ...say whaaaa-
she:*laughing* everythingissoniceisweartheweatherandeverythingsookaywedensdaysuitsforyou?
me: ee..yes...but -
she:okayCIAOCIAOCIAOCIAOitwassooooooonicetohearfromyouCIAOO
*hangs up*
She talks so damn fast and laughs all the time and she reminds me of a bevy of birds, all colourful, all singing. She is very optimistic too and daaaaamn it's hard to dig what she's layin'.
Anyway, I put down the phone and looked a bit puzzled. My friend turned to me offering chips and asked what was going on. I told her that I think my nieces are going to visit me on wednesday.
"Don't go sunbathin'," she said with a sour smile.
Because earlier that day we had thought that we should definately go sunbathing. It's summer for crying out loud! So we took all our things, she wore pink shorts and I wore a red miniskirt, we took these huge (but extremely cute) handbags, stuffed them with food and magazines and some ciders. The sun was shining. Perfect day for the beach.
After a short but healthy (!) walk we finally got to take off the flipflops and feel the sand between our toes. As soon as we did, the fucking sun went behind a cloud. There was this terrible wind.
We lay down, took our ipods, undressed. And it felt so damn stupid. There was noone at the beach, it was cold and we were almost buttnaked. You call bikini a clothing item? I don't.
We tossed and turned on the blankets (mine is an enlargment of 500 euros :P Boy, I'm expencive.) even my hair was freezing off. But we kept saying to eachother:
"It's summer!" We've been waiting for this! It's not so bad, the sun will come out soon! Yeah, we're estonian, we can take everything! No, seriously, estonians are the most coolest people on the world!" and so on. We got so patriotic that it cost me a fever later.
Finally couple older ladies went pass. They were wearing sweaters and jackets and one of them had this funny purple hat. They were quite surprised when they saw 2 blondes holding on to their blankets with 10 perfectly manicured nails.
I pointed out that we looked quite ridiculous and finally we gathered our things and went away from the freakin' paradise of joy.
Take that, Ibiza!
Also, when I got up to put on my shirt I noticed that we weren't alone. There was a completely naked old fart with a huge beer-belly strolling along the coastline. Very nice...not.
So now we were back to the garden and I just got to know that I have to come back to my beachhouse on wednesday.
And that I did. On wednesday I slept in and my little sister woke me up saying she can't open her yoghurt. First I was about to say some not so nice things about the matter but then I noticed that it was twelve-fucking-o'clock. My guests were supposed to arrive in 30 minutes.
What happened to getting up at 9 and taking a shower plus putting on 45 kilos of make up? What happened to eating the fridge empty and then pretending to be a girl with petit app�tit?
Anyway, now I had a quick "squeeze the toothpaste on the brush and hope for it not to meet with your blouse, skirt or legs" and then rushed to the balcony to look extremely laid back and casual with the latest cosmopolitan and a juice cocktail.
So they arrived with their mother who is really a sweetheart. So there was now 5 girls in the garden. Actually 7 if I count the dogs. We had a lot of fun and it was really a nice day. We went swimming in the evening too. I skipped because I'm not interested in swimmin'n'chattin' when there's the possibility that your neighbour might catch a stream of blood floating pass her left arm.
They decided to stay the night and we played cards and carona. You know this game? Looks like billiard only played outside. I usually play it with my (boy) friend M but you may beat him in it if you're drunk (You know that saying: only children and drunk people have a pillow underneath them when they fall?) or he has something in his eye for more than 1 hour. The first thing may happen but the second one isn't so likely.
The next day I felt like shit though. My little sister was completely out. In bed with a fever.
I tried to continue with my perfect host thingy but it got harder and harder by the minute. Especially with my mother there, who decided to not to go to work and make life hard on me by offering different idiotical activities for us, like: hey go walk a mile.
I was sitting in a huge and smelly pile of shit because the next day I was supposed to go to a summer event in Tallinn. Franz Ferdinand was performing at a beer festival. How weird is that. Anyway, the ticket was extremely cheap and I can drink beer if I imagine it's transparent and tastes like something that's over 40 %.
At the moment I was thinking of staying at home because I really felt �ber bad AND I wanted to go to knockoutfestival in Riga on saturday. The biggest house festival in baltic states.
I saw the add for the festival from a random girls magazine and in a second noticed 2 names between the others. They were Joey Negro and Dennis Ferrer.
"Black Man In Space" started playin' in my head in a second.
(I remember how my friend once said: Why don't they just say negro?! XD)
With the wicked sax sound playing on repeat in my little but sweet gray matter, the thing had been decided. We're going.
And now here I was, feeling sick.
The next day, on friday, I decided to ignore my tumultuous insides and burning forehead, slipped into a foliage green dress and entwined some yellow yarn into my hair to make it look even more rastafari and even more weird than it already is. Yea I know, my friends are thinking whathefuckisshedoing, but ...you know...school is over. High school is over. And we can finally develop our own styles and stuff. I had to wear uniform at school. ;) Not so cool. Though to be honest, we didn't mind it.
And my style is chill style. XD I want to feel nice, warm and fuzzy & damn if yellow yarn can do it then I say bring it on!
So...after that I hit the road.
The concert was cool.
I got a really nice view from up where I was sitting. I had no interest whatsoever to go down there and hang in the balance with some really beer-drunken men.Me and my friend M went around the festival grounds looking for something stronger than beer (we found some green stuff that tasted somewhat like..."some green stuff") and agreed once again that estonian men are cocky and ugly. We were smiling our asses off and they were like "pfff". Actually it made me quite depressed. I walked home later that night and thought about things. Mainly how I'd move to Italy in a second. Or Greece. Or Azerbaijan for that matter.
We came to this tortilla wagon that I've written about before and I remembered how the last time me & M went to a club, we sat there and ate burgers at 3 in the morning, when this older english bloke came to chat. He asked what he should order, what's the best tortilla wagon can offer. I was quite drunk so I shouted: ORDER SHIT
and then I added: WITH KETCHUP
How mature of me. Fortunately the guy was right on my own intelligence level, so he yelled to his friend: HEY, ORDER SHIT WITH KETCHUP
and then looked at us with a really big smile.
M said: he's an idiot.
And I agreed.
*rolls eyes*
:D
Anyway, after the friday night concert I went to bed really late...probably more like early. Early in the morning. I slept a few hours and then got up at 7 and took a shower and packed my stuff for Riga. I wanted to sleep so bad...I was soooo tired. But I managed to pull myself together and I caught the bus. As I was sitting in the bus my friend L called: CiaoCiao S I'm not gonna make it.I was like...shiet. :( Why did I make it then??? I could have slept some moooore!
Anyway blablbla lets skip the morning program lol and I'll continue from the moment I was on the Tallinn-Riga bus. Wow and what a bus that was! It looked cooler than an airplane. From the inside I mean XD It had these big white leather seats and stuff. We were like...what the fuck, what happened to a bus packed with goats. LOL, okay, it hasn't be THAT bad. XD But still... I've never liked those red velvet seats. I happen to really hate velvet. It gives me goosepumps. As soon as I had sit down a really beautiful blonde girl came and asked if I wanted a plaid. DAMN that's cool. XD I nudged my friend P and said: We're in Europe. XD Fuck even now when I think of it, it makes me laugh. 'Cause...we have lots of stuff in Estonia...we go to private school...we have big houses and computers and laptops... but the services...the way people at shops and places like this communicate...it's horrible. The local salesperson-woman could berate you worse than your own mother. And now... you get offered plaids! Damn, that's what's Europe all about! :D So we got to Riga faster than ever, I didn't even notice the time fly pass.
In Riga me, P and L were surprised because somehow with one year the people had gone prettier, the city had nicer and the communication was a lot better too. NOBODY spoke english, but everybody smiled! Made me feel so nice and happy. But seriously...in every single city and country they at least TRY to speak english (even in France. Everybody warned me about the french, but I had no problems whatsoever with speaking english there!) but in Riga they either blush and mumble something in latvian or they look for their friend and THEN mumble something in latvian and blush or they just look at you with a really confused face, mumble something in latvian and take a hike. Like really, in Stockmann, none of the workers could help us when we asked directions to the Zakusala island, where the festival was being held. And believe me, it's no fun to ask about an island that you practically can't pronounce and you're probably making yourself look real' stupid. I told my friend P that I can ask for directions but she has to say the name of the island. So we went to a woman and I said: Can you tell me where is the... *I turned to my friend* *My friend looked puzzled* *I coughed* *Her eyes wandered on the walls* *The woman is looking puzzled* *I'm feeling embarrassed* *Me & My friend say at the same time:* "Eee...Zaku...Zakusaku...sakuzala..zala? Zala island?" XD
Anyway, then L called her father and asked him to check the google map. So in 5 minutes he called back and said: Okay go out from the shop, and now, follow the sun until you get to a river, then turn left and cross the bridge. The following 30 minutes we discussed, shocked, how did his father know where the sun was! He is in Estonia! - I don't know in my own freakin' garden where the sun is! Finally we agreed it was pure magic. We were also drinking these really really cool things. :D They looked like Breezers, only they were made of vodka and cherry juice and they were 14,5 % like wauww...Breezer is 4,5 % and makes me sleepy. After 2 of these wonderful little drinks I felt very good. I was in my normal condition. Everything was nice, the sun was shining and I was about to see Joey Negro and Dennis Ferrer. *saxophone sounds*
Basically the festival itself started at 3 in the afternoon, but we were keeping ourselves busy in the Hesburger and with wandering on the streets in the so called Old Town (which reminds me of everything but an Old Town). Also we asked for direction from several random persons and we had to go back to the Stockmann after we had walked half of the way to the festival because the vodka-cherryjuice bottles were empty. So, as you can guess, we took it in our usual chill-style.
At one point some drunk men came to talk to us, but the only thing I managed to understand was at the end of the "conversation" when he said: "mjootherfjuuckerr" XD
It came out that the most help we got from old hoes who sat under the trees with their feet rotting. I approached one and my friends looked quite suspicious but the guy was really helpful and so was the other hobo we talked to later on.
At 18 we finally arrived, quite drunk, quite happy, quite excited, quite drunk.
We made our way over the hay field when about 3 or 4 (I don't know, maybe I saw double XD ) policemen asked us to get off the grass and walk on the road like normal people. And that we did. I also yelled ISVINITE back at them. It's supposed to mean "excuse me" in russian. And L added: PADASTITJE
which actually means "wait" XD
We do love anything that rhymes. :D
The guards checked my bag like super super carefully. They opened up everything. It was the first time I actually saw someone other than myself or my friends open up my make up bags and check all the mascaras and eyeshadows. The guard looked at my sunpowder for so long that I was about to say: Okay, keep it.
She took my headache pills...which was not nice of her...because I needed them.
At the same time my friend L, with her huge pink bag, stood right next to me & when I got my bag searched we just walked away together. No-one checked her. XD
She was very drunk too and she just said: laaa-lalalala :D
So XD I don't know...security MY ASS!
As soon as I entered the festival grounds I felt good. I felt awsome. The music was so loud we could hear it from really far. And now I was standing there. Shit, it felt better than... I don't know. I felt so good I can't put it into words. My friends looked real' happy too, but I was practically dying of happiness. I swear, I have to work as a dj or something. Or a party manager lol. Seriously. Anything with music please.
I'll go start making blank cd's in a factory. XD Fail.
The bartenders were smiling, the sun was setting. The only that was missing was the plan of the invent...a schedual...anykind of information. So immidiately I started asking people but noone knew anything. Finally I talked to a lady in some random booth (Dunno what she was selling and if it was legal lol) and I asked her to open the festivals' webpage and then she wrote the times and the dj's on paper. It was really nice of her, so I tried to make a compliment to her in russian. P said later that I had told her: You. Very Beautiful. Hair.
Well...it's not that bad, isn't it? She must've gotten the point and everything. And she did have nice hair. Curly. :D
will continue... (yes it was a threat)
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