Celebration

I don't need much of an excuse to celebrate but being employed is great reason!  I figured I would take the boy out for dinner....still weeks away from a paycheck but I think I can splurge on a nice dinner for the guy who has paid for food, rent, nights out, and things I wanted for months.  But in his own twisted fashion he decided it was better for us to cook a nice dinner and drink at home.

It only took one shot before we celebrated in the bedroom and because I am the tits, it was all about me.  A couple hours of Beni's sexual congrats was followed by more shots of bootlegged Albanian booze....and booze always leads to more sex...so more bedroom highfives followed.  Sex-haired and sweaty we (more me than we) cooked up some steaks and poured more wine.

Abandoning dirty dishes we headed back upstairs to fill up again...after a much needed shower we laid in bed naked, sipping wine, and spooning ice cream. 

Still on cloud 9, imagining how to spend my first paycheck, we spent Saturday drinking Roki (bootlegged booze) with cousins, eating food, drinking beers, and dancing.  We celebrated my job, the return of a cousin, and summer until 4 am.