Tales of going home with an Israeli

I have now gone home with my roommate twice and both times have been awesome. Yes, usually it ends up that we watch Prison Break for most of the day and generally don't wake up until past noon (after a previous night of drinking the extra sleep is welcome), but the experience is welcome and nothing beats meeting new friends and family. The day tends to go something like this:

1) Wake up past noon (generally) and immediately put on Prison Break to catch up from where we left off the night before

2) After watching a few episodes of Prison Break, my roommate has almost always already called a friend up who meets us at the house and from there we go to another friends house. Then we sit for a few hours talking and drinking coffee.

3) We return to the house for a few hours and a few more episodes of Prison Break, then head out for a night of drinking either at a pub or at someones house.

4) We stumble back into his house around 4 or 5 in the morning. My roommate whips up a batch of his famous pasta and sauce which we then proceed to devour

5) We get into bed and watch more Prison Break until we fall asleep only to repeat the cycle the next morning which usually involves rewatching an episode that one of us fell asleep during.