Heading up to Sydney for work, I thought I'd try and save the company some money. I am not really a fan of mediocre hotels. Give me the very best, or just a basic bed and crapper set up.
The logical choice therefore, was the Y. I haven't told anyone this yet, so hear me out.
I booked the Y thinking YMCA. I only wanted something simple, and I thought it would be funny to stay at the YMCA.
As I walked up the hill towards the hotel, something dawned on me. The Y is actually the YWCA.