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The Royal Show!

Sunday, I got my first taste of an official event here in Perth...

The Royal Show

It's basically Six Flags and the County Fair combined, and it comes 'round once a year in the Spring. You ride rides, you pet goats, and you eat Cotton Cand... um... "Fairy Floss." Yeah, I know, I didn't quite get it either. I mean, what kind of freak wants to floss a fairy?

We ran around like idiots until the Monster Trucks came out, then the fireworks oohed and aaahed us all the way home to bed.

A seriously good time was had by all.


My brother-in-law Chris needs to focus on driving instead of his fancy new camera.

My beautiful wife on the phone with her sister.

Bein' all cute and stuff.

Bein' all completely inappropriate and stuff. Sharnie, on the right, is Chris's girlfriend and absolutely lives for the Royal Show and all it's assorted rides.

I can't imagine having a dog that drools so much it needs a bib, but it's still damn funny.

I kept making the joke about how much a breeder would have to botch a pup to get it to turn out looking like a big hairy sleeping human... much to the delight of myself, and myself only.

Any animal within 10 feet of my wife instantly gravitates to her, a la The Pied Piper.

This baby goat got a bit TOO friendly and tried making out with her. My repeated threats did nothing to scare him, much to my dismay.

Chris's attempts to make out with the camel weren't appreciated by the camel or nearby onlookers.

I'm demonstrating my ability to interject my jackass self into any nearby photo-opportunity.

We all attacked the bumper cars with enthusiasm known only to Formula One drivers.

She grits her teeth in car-bumping determination...

I bear down on camera-boy as he's about to become one of my many victims.

Chris poses triumphantly with the first of his trophies.

More couply cuteness. I can get away with wearing Aussie touristy hats because I'm American dammit.

Sharnie tends to be the only one on any given ride that flails her arms and legs like a lunatic, yet never seems to scream like one. She's a champ.

After we got settled down on the Grounds-surrounding lawn, and the Monster Truck in front of us moved, the fireworks knocked our socks clean off.

Seriously, the closest I've ever been to a big-time fireworks show, and it was fifteen shades of coolness.

We purchased "Show Bags" for the kids since they didn't get to come with us. Overpriced themed plastic bags with assorted toys and stuff inside bring absolute elation to any kid.

Georgia got the PowerPuff girls predominantly because of the giant hammer.

Damon got the Batman costume... predominantly because he and I both agree that Batman is just about the coolest crimefighter ever.

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