My very first flight to Australia when I was 17 years old, took a staggering 25 hours. Yeah, 25 hours to get to Australia. That’s what happens when you fly Canada 3000 from Vancouver to Sydney via Honolulu, Rarotonga, and Auckland. But hey, I was paying for it myself, and it only cost me $600 return, so I didn’t really care.
My host family picked me up from the airport and when I got to their house, I had just enough time to shower away 25 hours worth of sweat and unpleasantness from so much travel before the party started. They had another exchange student leaving the very next day and she was having a going away party. She was in the room I’d be in, so I had the den/study for the night, which happened to be downstairs right near the kitchen and living room- the party area.
I made the rounds, meeting everyone, declaring my sobriety and making a bet with someone for $50 that I wouldn’t drink the entire time I was in Australia. Ha! That didn’t happen!
I must have needed to get something from my temporary room because I went in there for some reason or another.
My host brother Dean must have wanted something out of there too. It was the study after all.
As I walked in, his face went bright red. Someone else was in there too. I can’t remember who 10.5 years later, but there was someone else there. He looked guilty, but I wasn’t sure why (Maybe because I’d been flying for 25 hours was in a new time zone, and was pretty much a zombie by that stage).
Yeah, I had permed burgandy hair, so what?
I gave them a funny look and they quickly scrambled out of there.
I didn’t get boobs until I was 18 years old. Yeah, 18. When I was 17, I was 98 pounds, still flat chested and could buy bras in the tween section. Doesn’t sound very exciting, but tween bras are awesome! They are sparkly. They are funky. I’m pretty sure they have the awesomeness to make you feel better about having absolutely no boobs. They make you feel a little bit better about it.
One of my awesome sparkly funky tween bras was sitting at the top of my luggage. Hmmm…Maybe my host brother and friend saw it and then got embarrassed when I came in? I didn’t say anything. My bras were awesome, I didn’t care who saw them!
It wasn’t until later that my host brother told me that he had actually picked up the awesome sparkly bra, held it up, and showed it to his friend. I apparently walked in on it, but was too oblivious to notice him quickly dropping my bra back into the suitcase. He thought I had seen him with the bra.
I wish adult I-actually-have-boobs-now bras were as awesome as tween bras. I miss the tween bras. Humph. But I do like having boobs….
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Sheri used to show in the jumping classes in 4-H shows, and while she made her round in the arena, the rest of the club sat up in the stands yelling “GO CRATER!” (a nickname based on her lack of boobs)
Are you sure that flight wasn’t the last minute whatever you could get plane because Canada 3000 went under the day before you left and we never would have known except Lauren called to ask you you would get there?
yeah, that was the next time that I went. I actually did fly on Canada 3000 the first time. They didn’t go bust until Nov 2001, which is when I went the second time.
So I’m pretty sure it was Nurka that Dean was sharing the bra-enjoyment with… I remember him looking a little sheepish walking out of the study with Deano. It was that really cool blue sparkly number that you had lying around, yes?
Close, it was green. Seriously, I want bras like that now!!!
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