Hay Races

Well, it all started when the ebbullient and incredibly metrosexual Dan decided to allow us, the city folk, to embark on an epic journey into the depths of the outback: into his home town, of Hay.

The journey was a mammoth undertaking: With Stew and Carlee leading the way, a heated debate about the use of floral fabric meant the first turn off was missed by a good 90 km. But not to worry, Stew always has a short cut up his sleeve...

Except this time, the bridge was down.

So we went the other way, and came across this...

Not to be put off by a mere police car, Carlee and Stew pushed on, much to Sumudu's dismay, as she desperately tryed to escape the clutches of Stew and Carlee's inane conversation, highlights of which included:

" I'm like, fuck you bird.... you're a fucking bird"

So we pressed on, at about 160 km/h, through country that pretty much looked like this the WHOLLLLLE way.

The drive and excitement proved too much for Carlee, who reported having not been this exhausted since she did Body Combat 32 thru to 48, inclusive, in sucession.

Meanwhile, Minnie Mouse was preparing her assault not only on the good folk of Hay, but on modern fashion as we know it.

Priscilla and body guards waiting for a taxi. Those present will understand the significance of this.

We managed to get into a fully catered marquee.. Which sounds fantastic, until you realise that to get a marquee, all you have to do is bring a tent and stick it up yourself.

Dust for the horses, grass for the ambulance. Go Figure.

Fashions on the field contestants with Ros, Dan's astronomically (or should that be astrologically?) generous mother.

Carlee and Stew, with a little help from Mac

Competition was tough...

Country meets city: Dan having a perv on fashions.

But there's only one winner in his mind...

Lou and Stew, slightly sunburnt, very drunk.

Carlee had a far more pornographic set of photos from this period in time, I am trying to get them off her.

Daniel Johns meets Mr. Bean

A room at the pub sounded like a great place to crash... except the door opened onto the beer garden, and all the locals had the same idea... Here they are drinking the $100 champagne we purchased for Dan's parents.

 

So we shipped out into the other room and let them do their damage in peace.

Finally, the long trek home.. and ain't that the biggest goddamn truck you have EVER seen.

Then a lot more of this..