Tonight there was a rather large neighborhood holiday party, peopled mostly by aging hippies, and other liberal species. The entertainment opened with an extremely lithe hulahoop dancer, who performed to some kind of Persian-ish music. It was very impressive and quite sensuous, oddly enough. The main event was, for the third year in a row, a group of 23 trombone players tooting Christmas Carols. The arrangements were quite complex, and the music was really beautiful. They played outside again, and walking home I could still hear them echoing down the canyon.
My little neighborhood, strange and lovely.
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