feet start freezin', what is the season?
where we at? and why we leaving?
It was my mantra for 2 weeks until finally my hair touched the pillow and when I woke up I was sick at last!
I kept pushing the fever back but at one point I broke.
So now I've been sick for a week & feeling great! :D I'm still a bit wo-waa-wuuu, but it's getting better and better. Also I know I can't take it easy'n'breezy from now on & think about my health coz M is back in town! And with her all the crazy things I do, are a bit crazier.
Oh...what a summer it has been! Mamma mia!
Maybe during winter I will take a closer look on it but right now I think it's better to let some things rest in peace...hidden from the daylight. XD
I used to think everything had to happen with a booom BOOM BANG, but now I've understood you can have the time of your life by just laying on your white bedroom carpet at 3 am, speakers all around on the floor. Soft chillout house is on, your head is on one of the big red pillows you took from your couch, you're smoking and watching your cigarette tracing a ladder . No Parisian demands, no nothing. You're feeling awsome.
Your friend is right next to you, no words are spoken. Hours go pass. Night passes. No fears, no sad feelings, no bad emotions, just this overwhelming happiness and peace of being able to breathe and share the moment with somebody. Things are always a million times better when you get to share them.
Then you sleep all morning, almost all day and wake up at four in the afternoon, just to sit into the car, put on reggae music, squint in the sunshine, and sing out loud "Love is my religion" until you see the Hesburger sign and sink into a huge double meal.
The breaking point where I finally got sick, happened after a little conflict with a russian and a loaf of sliced bread. Wanna hear more?
Okay, picture...4 am in the morning...it's getting lighter...in the middle of the city...a bus stop.
Hey, lets sit!
Okay, when's the first bus gonna come?
Oh in...ermm...15 minutes.
Okay, cool. So we sat down and I noticed a nice loaf of bread on the bench. One minute later a russian boy sits next to me.
I tell him: don't sit on the bread.
He tells me: %&()=%##% suka
Me: don't sit on estonian bread, it's our national food.
*He is quiet*
Me: understand? Hljeb (russian for bread)!
L: kuusat (russian for eat) hljeb!
Me: peen (a sort of bread) hljeb!
Me & L shout various things in russian, all something to do with the bread.
*Russian boy takes the bread, swings it, and throws it to the wall where it slides down*
Me with a happy tone in my voice: FLYING HLJEB!
Russian boy: *tries to hide his smile*
It all started when L gave me 3 cocktail books for my birthday in May. So, from time to time we discussed making cocktails by the recipes written in the mighty book. One day she decided to try some of them and got hooked on a specific blue one called Blue Lagoon. She made it alone at home, she made it with me. We loved it.
Now we came to an agreement we should and even MUST try out some more cocktails.
It looked something like that:
(picture to be soon added)
Yeah, it was whole lotta fun, I'm telling you. Especially the part when I didn't feel my legs anymore and I continued talking to L's chair when she had gone to the toilet.
I decided to make pizza. After I had put frozen vegetables back to the fridge, I finally managed to put the pizza in to the microwave.
I swear, I don't remember who ate it because the next day the only trace of it was ketchup on the kitchen window.
At some point somebody called a taxi and while I was carefully examining the backseats, my friend probably told the driver where we wanted to go. I remember looking out of the window thinking: "I have never been in here. Oh shit, I'm scared, I haven't got a clue where I am."
Fortunately L was there and handled the bill (which reminds me I should give her some money ((don't you just love brackets inside brackets inside brackets) - I like the way we share our money and whoever is closer to a wallet, pays, no matter WHOSE wallet it happens to be) but actually she acidentally made closer contact with my waterpipe who probably wanted to whisper nasty things to her(that seducing bastard!) and it fell on the ground and went into thousands of little pieces(yes the only reason why I added brackets here was to make things even more weird)).
So fortunately L was there for me & I was there for her when she tried 5 times to go up from the club stairs.
On the club door we met 3 boys from school (that I graduated *snoopy dance*) and we kinda went in all together which was weird because we've never spoken much and if I remember correctly one of them asked us: "Little mice, what are you doing here??"
XD pffft XD These sweet little mice are drunk to their tails, I'm telling you.
Anyway, lotsa stuff happened that night that I'm not gonna write down right now
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...until it was time to go home. We called a cab infront of a shop called: Childrens World (ha ha XD) and we were ALMOST at home when I noticed my keys were gone! Shiet! We told the driver to go to L's place, where nobody was at home, BUT his grandfather who kindly opened the door for us at 5 in the morning. We had to phone L's mother at first too & I swear, everyone where so nice with us, even the taxidriver AND it was 5 am! Me and L always tell each other it's blonde luck!
It still makes me laugh when I think how we were completely wasted and L's mom called to ask if everything was okay and then L had this "oh mom i'm totally sober and responsible for all my actions" kind of voice. XD It reminded so much of myself, how I try to speak extra nicely when I'm actually so drunk I don't remember my name. My voice could probably melt ice cream. It's was exactly the same with L.
"Yes :) mom :) Oh Yes :) everything is super :) Yes, :) I will :) do it :) tomorrow :) yes :) yes :)) no! :) yes i will go to sleep now :) :) bye :):):):):)" professionally ignoring the fact that for some reason mamas little girl was out on the city at 5 and too drunk to remember where the keys were.
Not to mention the way we looked. XD I probably looked something like a bottle of Martini trying to wear a 1x1 cm skirt around tooooo glittering thighs and L's appearance looked somewhat like a half empty bottle of Vodka with mascara and tons of pink eyeshadow.
It goes like this - with every shot you pour down your throat, you add an extra layer of eyeshadow. What was the amount I just used? Tons? Well...yeah. *grin*
"Hey :D grandpa :D can i please :D have the keys :) to my apartment please :D "
XDXDXD god bless grandparents
So there we were, it was getting lighter outside, and we didn't have the keys to my apartment where alongside my stuff was also L's stuff and her car keys. She had stayed at my apartment for....uh...god knows how long. We didn't see any reasonable ...reason why not to live together as we ate, slept and partied together all the time anyway.
I called the taxi company many many times with L's phone coz my own was at home (another things that shows HOW drunk I was because I never leave anything behind. As people usually come to my place to go out, I am the one who has to think of locking the doors and making sure all the windows are closed and nothing will go on fire etc. so I'm very careful, my brain is always working. Except for this time...) and they said that they have no information and I should call during daytime again.
Me and L (ignoring the painful headaches) called another cab and drove back to the club. This time we were wearing black jackets and sweaters with hoods. We also changed from high heels to flip flops.
It was funny how no one at the club recognised us. We saw many of the people we had talked to or danced with earlier and they just looked at us with blank eyes. You'd never imagine a pair of flip-flops could do that. But the feeling itself was even liberating.
We searched the whole club, panically trying to remember where we had went during the night (yes, we even went to the mens toilet at one point), but we didn't find the keys. We called a cab and drove back home. (This reminds me how the next day I asked L how much I owed her for last night and she started giggling and said: we drove with the taxi for 5 times. XD ) I told the driver what had happened to me and I said that the only thing I remember was that the drivers name had been Thomas ( or as L remembered: Toomas) and I added: Like..come on, how many Thomases can there be??
So now this driver was silent for a moment and then said slowly: Well...there are some. It's quite hard to track him down...Well...I'm for instance, Toomas too.
ahahahahaha me and L just looked at each other and tried not to laugh ahahahaha, she pressed my hand so hard it went numb for 20 minutes.
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We went to bed at 7am and woke up at 1pm. I called my bro and (praise the lords) he came to L's place, picked us up and took us to my place and gave me his keys. He didn't ask anything. I'm sure he was startled because of the way we looked.
Maaaan, it was good to be at home. We made pizza during the first second. :D
It wasn't until then when I first saw that somebody had called me 8 times at 5am ! EIGHT TIMES!
We discussed it and I was super sure it must've been the taxi driver into whose car I had lost my keys. Can you believe it, he took the trouble to call me eight times!
I knew he was probably sleeping at daytime so I didn't call him back.
He called me again at 8pm and told me that he remembered me very well and he will drive to my place and give me my keys. I was gobsmacked! How super nice of him!
He asked me how long I was going to stay up and I said until 6am. He was surprised: 6 am ??
He begun laughing and he said he would come by sometime. And he did. At 1am he drove to my place and gave me my keys. He was very serious. Until I smiled the biggest smile that I could possibly smile. His whole face lit up too. :)
It's good to know that there are nice people in the world.
So these were 10 hours of my short but quite weird and crazy life. :)
I had pretty intense 2 weeks but as you can see, it takes shitloads of time and paper (or screenspace) to write everything down. If you long for more, then just let me know so I could send you to hell politely. :D
Ciao :)
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