# Day 6
I think the most important thing I've learned so far here is be friendly to other people in your hostel. Not only have our fellow Irish helped us out by making the mistakes a day before us, but we had a pretty good night last night for free as a result of chatting to some fellow hostel-dwellers.
Because of all the money we've spent on accommodation, we were resigned to a night in so I got chatting to a guy from Seattle, Joe and his friend from Germany who was called Gero, pronounced 'geh-hro' but renamed 'G' for simplicity, who were visiting Vancouver for the night. By a stroke of luck the Irish lads discovered that the pretentious tapas lounge next door had a free drinks promo for the next 45 minutes. I invited our new (presumably romantically involved) friends to come along and 3 minutes later we had all balled downstairs in our hoodies and t-shirts and were sampling shots of vodka in flavours such as 'bubble' and 'dude'. In our haste we had managed to get in without being assigned our tickets for further refreshments.
Once this grievous error was rectified we each collected our free pints of Granville Island Raspberry Ale, which is an amazing local brew that is sweet but manly. Well, sort of. We also scored some beef skewers and pizza, while discussing how the Irish are alcoholics, the Germans hate the craic and the Americans are just awful.
Touched by our charm, warm welcome and mild racism, our new friends invited us back to the hostel where they produced a ridiculous bottle of rum to share, called Mount Gay Rum. Srs. Over the next few hours every card-related drinking game on earth was played, the racism and stereotypes became more frequent and not even a few holocaust/nazi jokes at the expense of the G-man could ruin the mood. Because at the end of the day, we could all agree that at least no-one was French.
I think the most important thing I've learned so far here is be friendly to other people in your hostel. Not only have our fellow Irish helped us out by making the mistakes a day before us, but we had a pretty good night last night for free as a result of chatting to some fellow hostel-dwellers.
Because of all the money we've spent on accommodation, we were resigned to a night in so I got chatting to a guy from Seattle, Joe and his friend from Germany who was called Gero, pronounced 'geh-hro' but renamed 'G' for simplicity, who were visiting Vancouver for the night. By a stroke of luck the Irish lads discovered that the pretentious tapas lounge next door had a free drinks promo for the next 45 minutes. I invited our new (presumably romantically involved) friends to come along and 3 minutes later we had all balled downstairs in our hoodies and t-shirts and were sampling shots of vodka in flavours such as 'bubble' and 'dude'. In our haste we had managed to get in without being assigned our tickets for further refreshments.
Once this grievous error was rectified we each collected our free pints of Granville Island Raspberry Ale, which is an amazing local brew that is sweet but manly. Well, sort of. We also scored some beef skewers and pizza, while discussing how the Irish are alcoholics, the Germans hate the craic and the Americans are just awful.
Touched by our charm, warm welcome and mild racism, our new friends invited us back to the hostel where they produced a ridiculous bottle of rum to share, called Mount Gay Rum. Srs. Over the next few hours every card-related drinking game on earth was played, the racism and stereotypes became more frequent and not even a few holocaust/nazi jokes at the expense of the G-man could ruin the mood. Because at the end of the day, we could all agree that at least no-one was French.
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