The City Government Of P�rnu

Weather forecast said it would be a super warm weekend.
Today is saturday, I woke up to see the rain rape my windows in s&m style. Plus, I went to get the newspapers from my mailbox and my underwear is still soaking wet.
It isn't even very warm or anything like that, only 17,6 C.

The only real summerfeeling I had was in July.

Me and L decided to pack our bags and head to P�rnu (the summer capital of Estonia. Yea for some reason every city in Estonia has a special name. I don't know why it's needed, it's fucking idiotical. Maybe they feel more special then?) because Sean Kingston was going to perform there. Originally my friend P was supposed to join us but when I sent her a sms the night before asking: Talk to me homie
then she called back saying she's a bit ill and too tired. Yeah we went to several festivals and concerts with her during the last weeks so I understood her. But I was strong and ready to carry on with selfdestruction so me and L hopped in the car on one sunny friday afternoon and we started driving towards P�rnu.

The plan was to start driving early enough so we could get to P�rnu just in time to listen to some music, chill in L's apartment there, eat....drink Blue Lagoon and in the evening go to our lil' niggas concert. We listened to Sean Kingston in the car for I don't know...4 minutes and then we smoothly went to first reggae, then house. Kingston for us is sooooooo 2007 when we were 18 and the summer was hot. Beauuuuutiful girls. :)

That didn't mean the concert wasn't gonna rock!

And let me tell you, the weather was SUPER! It was 27c and more in the sun.
We stopped on the road for some italian salad, sandwiches, cakes, cookies, chocolate, potatochips, roastbeef... We were almost constantly eating anyway, the stop was meant for streching our legs while eating (yes, nevertheless we sat the whole time).

I mentioned packing bags earlier. Well...we did pack some. Some 7 suitcases each maybe. We wanted to get going early, but it happened that we slept in again and started packing 30 minutes before going out. I remember standing in my corridor, looking in to the mirror and seeing myself standing in a sea of these HUGE bags. I didn't have time to think through what I was going to wear in P�rnu although it was going to be just one-two days there so I basically packed everything that got into my sight. First all my sleeping things, blankets and pillows, then my clothes, creams, hairdryers, 5 pairs of shoes. Food, money, weed.

L called me, I heard some *schrumchhh-schrumchhh* sounds, then L glamorously coughing and then: Hey, can you take the waterpipe?
XD

Anyway, when she finally got to my parking lot and we had stuffed everything in to the car (5 times up the stairs, 5 times down the stairs)... uff we couldn't believe our eyes - everything fit! Even with the mop handle sticking out from the trunk. L had forethoughtfully taken the mop so we could clean the floors at the apartment. We're still women for crying out loud, I can wash dishes with 5 inch nails if I have to.

Yeah...well....me...I of course packed all my speakers and my laptop too. How can I leave home without them? What is a pre-party night without good music? We made a promise to ourselves that we would check out the local disco-club "Sunset".

I've never pretend to be McLaren or been good with maps but at times of crisis (L yelling: OHMYGOD I DIDNT SEE THE SIGN, IS IT LEFT OR RIGHT?) I can pretend I know which way to hold that piece of paper.

Ah, it was so easy for us, we totally rocked that map, plus later it really helped me that I remembered some of the streets.

We got to the apartment which was in Pardi (Duck) street. At first it made me laugh but I soon realized there can be even weirder street names when it comes to P�rnu.

The house itself was beauuuuuutiful, very modern. But so were the walls. Everything could be heard through them. EVERYTHING. Not to mention reggae on max bass. And the neighbourhood was dead quiet. Not even a sound! I'm being honest here...can you picture it...a city that is totally quiet. I thought I was alone on the street, it was so quiet my ears hurt....and then I saw a family of 4 putting their stuff into a car and then driving off, in COMPLETE silence. Even the car didn't make a sound. It was really relaxing but at the same time it was so scary!

We didn't have ANY time. The concert was about to begin in 1 hour and we didn't have a clue where we were or where the concert place exactly was. We did have time to make some cocktails though. So there we were, in the middle of this little street in P�rnu, the air was so hot the ground stuck to my flipflops like strawberry bubblegum between your passport. We were wearing miniskirts and holding these see-through plastic cups with fierce electric-blue drinks. I turned to L and asked: come on, what if somebody sees and asks what we are drinking and if it's alcohol?
L answered, giggling: it's carrot juice, can't you see!

I burst into laughter as I looked at the blue carrotjuice and half of the drink went on my legs. L saw it and burst into laughter too. Also on every curve we had to take, we both spilled more "juice" on us. Plus the blue lines on our feet were sticky and everything got stuck to them.

Pretend you're wearing pantyhose!

We carried on drinking and laughing, not caring ONE BIT about the time and suddenly...! There we were! At the concert gates.
L was holding a mint-cigarette, trying to find a place where to put it out. She did it on a huge white house.
"The City Government Of P�rnu," I read out loud.

XD

(will be continued...)

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