Me and D took the dogs downtown on Sunday. On our way back to the truck we heard a curious noise. It was the sound of drums, rolling across the square. We followed the sound to find these two gentleman seriously rocking it up on the drums:
Somebody asked them if they were brothers. The guy in orange responded "No, we're just drumming brothers."
And seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly there were kids with hula-hoops EVERYWHERE. Like some little crazy faries trying to twist and turn with the rhythm of the drums:
God only knows where the heck they came from.