Another Jagerbomb Please

I am really starting to look forward to having our own place for one really good reason: NO ROOM-MATES! Well, except Steph but she doesn't a) get up early b) snore the whole night through c) turn on all the lights in the wee hours of the morning and d)try to start conversations with people at inappropriate times. These are the qualities of one of our new room-mate The Israeli With The Twisted Ankle. During the night, he walked in, talked very loudly and took a shower. Steph feels bad because she shut the light off on him but "that was before (she) knew he was a cripple". He seems very nice though and very sweet. Well, it was an early start to say the least. We went to our usual spot but there was, once again, the absence of Sexy Florian. Steph believes we have become the favourites at Oranium as they always come over and talk to us and ask if they will see us tomorrow. This is only from the female waitresses because Sexy Flo is our only male waiter. We received a message from our counselor about our visas which we were very happy to pick up. We cleared our new apartment with him and so everything seems to be smooth sailings. As it is the last of our Berlin days, we opted to going to Alexandarplatz for some shopping. Since we are moving to one of the biggest shopping capitals of the world, our shopping trip turned into window shopping. We also decided to get me a haircut because my hair was becoming denatured from the 14 euro straightener. Surprised? I sure was. So we booked the appointment and headed back to the hostel craving Currywurst. We had decided we were not going to drink tonight but the bartender saw us and said "Jagerbombs? You are starting early". I think word of our expertise in drop shots has spread because another girl that works at the hostel seemed very excited to see us do them. Another bartender walked by Steph, while she was getting her next two Jagerbombs, and said he wanted to be at her 23rd birthday party. Not exactly sure what that means but I think they are pleased with the way we hold our liquor. After dinner, we headed over to Alexandarplatz for my appointment. The hairstylist hadn't used his English for a while and so he was a little rusty. He had a little trouble figuring out what I wanted exactly. At one point he pulled a chunk of my hair, showed me the split ends and said "Wow, your hair is really f***ed up". I laughed and laughed and thought a) I am a client b) That is my hair you are talking about and c) You are using one of the worst swear words in another language. He was very kind and made my hair look very healthy so I can look past the vulgar language. Back to the hostel and we are ready for bed. Watched a bit of the Duisburg soccer game and are finishing off the night with another movie. The Israeli With The Twisted Ankle made a comment about how many comedies we watched...stuck up snob.