The Zuko effect...

Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
Trip End Oct 19, 2012

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Flag of Australia  , Australian Capital Territory,
Wednesday, August 15, 2012

"Does the flap of a butterfly's wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas?" - The butterfly effect/chaos theory.

I’m the kind of girl that quite often finds herself alone at airports. I’m also the kind of girl who’ll befriend almost anyone.

Around three years ago, in late August 2009, I found myself alone at Denver airport en route from Philadelphia to Tucson, Arizona. Boarding the tiny aircraft that would carry me into the desert, I befriended a Canadian lady also traveling alone. Tucson isn’t exactly an international tourist hotspot, so we swapped travel stories and our reasons for traveling to the old pueblo in the foothills of the Santa Catalinas. I was traveling for sentimental reasons, and she was following her heart.

This year, traveling alone back to the United States, I could well have ended up like that lady - spinning a very similar story. But I’m on my way back to big eagle country two weeks early… for a very different reason.

I’d say I’m where I am today because once upon a time, a very tall, very sweet boy lost just one too many games of beer pong. It’s the butterfly effect. As day broke on the red-solo-cup-littered aftermath of his crushing defeat… tall boy woke up on a couch in the big house on the hill, devastatingly embarrassed. And sh*t got weird.

Three weeks later I was many miles across the ocean making a fair effort to drown my sorrows in the dingiest bar I could find. I was in my favourite city in the entire world, seated between a soccer playing Welshman who’d lost his passport and a baseball loving Italian-American whose team had lost their mojo.

When Australian girls meet Italian-American boys by the seaside it doesn’t always play out in a happy montage of hot rods, leather jackets and big musical numbers.

Montage or no montage, this chance meeting led me to be headed stateside this September.

A fortunate occurrence… as I’ve since had the honour of being invited to four days of New England wedding celebration. I’ve been lucky this year to become better friends with the lovely bride, and if not for the butterfly/'Danny Zuko’ effect I would not have been destined to be in the States within two weeks of the wedding date… making it entirely possible for me to shift things and attend.

Somewhere in the world a butterfly beats its wings… and hurricane B descends on Beantown for a boozy bachelorette’s.

See you soon, Boston…
Your B. xx
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Tropical Cyclone Juuya on

You do have such a lovely way with words, my Bee-bup.

Looking forward to sharing in your latest adventure with you xxoo

Mabelle on

Lovely first post! Keep it up. x

Lisa on

I am NOT coming up with a name - deal with it internet!

Lovely post. Looking forward to reading more and having something else to do while procrastinating at work. Yaaaaay!

S on

Loving the description of the beer pong aftermath...

sparkeflies on

Well, S... you awoke to the true extent of that aftermath... it was 'beer soaked' to say the least!

S on

Hahaha I wouldn't call it beer!

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