Every February in our neighborhood, there's a morning we call Tuba Sunday.
The neighbors hire a brass band, and they play a raucous (and honestly, very skilled) multi-houred set in their back yard.
It's really, really, really loud.
And it starts at 7am. Every dang year.
I do love the fact that I have neighbors who regularly hire live bands for backyard parties. But seriously, brass-and-drums are a bit challenging before we've had our coffee.
(For the record, this year's band seems to be comprised of a couple of trumpet players, at least one clarinet, and a snare drum. No actual tubas this year.)