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I went out to a couple of different cafes last night and had a bit of a celebratory drink because of getting a new job and all. We ended up back at the hostel really early cause the second cafe was really busy and the manager was a complete arse to us. The window at the hostel was full of people because they were filming a movie out on the street (Jason Priestley and Chris Klein apparently), but as I have nothing but comic interest in the former and seen the latter in close proximity, we spent the entire time laughing at said people in the window.

At one point Ross the night porter told us that the York rugby team was coming in from Toronto to stay at the hostel. Being three girls who have a firm belief now that there is a serious lack of hot guys in Vancouver, decided that this was a good reason to stay up a little longer. A little while later, Ross went downstairs for a smoke and came back to tell us that it was in fact the WOMENS rugby team, not the mens. We were (understandably) gutted. Soon after that the lobby was full of pre-valentine's day giggles and girls who had obviously never left Ontario before (they made comments on the accents they could hear from our direction - mine and Michelle's (she's English), since Amy is also from Ontario).

When they finally all got checked in and went up to their rooms, one of the girls came back looking for her "fanny". Amy explained that north americans call bum/belt bags fanny packs, but we already knew this of course and were pissing ourselves laughing anyway. Who would shorten it to fanny? She obviously had no idea it meant anything else anyway (if you don't know either, you should probably find out). She came up to us and asked us "Has any fanny turned up here yet?" - I couldn't hold it together but managed to choke out that we hadn't seen any. At least I was laughing before she came over. Later on she came back with the lost bag slung over her shoulder. "Good news girls, good news. Fanny!" (whilst pointing to the bag on her back). Thank God she left quickly because we were in fits for what felt like an hour.

If you think that's immature, don't read the next bit either! The Vancouver Public Library uses it's initials all over everything, so you walk in and there's VPL all over the place. I think it's hilarious but apparently Australians don't use this term? Somebody tell me they understand!