12 drummers drummin'

Actually, there were more than that... like 25 drummers, marimbas, bass, cymbals. But I like to keep with the season of things. The Capital City Kingsmen held their December Boot Camp over the weekend at Boot Camps To Go.

Really? A place to voluntarily attend boot camp? There was no fancy equipment or even heat. Just a warehouse with all you really need to work out... yourself, some rope, some sort of platform thingys, and a whole host of inspirational messages on signs and even written directly on the wall. I was intrigued. But, alas, I have to say, no thanks. I have a firm workout regime that consists of exercising my arms by carrying around camera equipment and doing lifts with diet coke cans. Hoist. Beep. Snap. Raise. Sip. Enjoy

Also, with the hours that this drum corp keeps -- 8pm-6am both Friday and Saturday nights, I am the first one to admit that I am old and can't keep up. So I just took lots of pictures in the 45 minutes I was there so it looked like I was there all night. See, brains, not brawn.

However, I did bring the guys a little snack of sausage balls and brownies in honor of the Ty-Ty's birthday. The sausage balls were a hit. And there were about 6 or 7 left in the bowl. Here is the conversation that followed:

me: There are a few sausage balls left. Does anyone want them?
dylan: OO-OO-OO-- I'll take them.
me: Ok come and get them.
dylan: Oh, that's more than a couple. Well, ok, I'll just stick them in my pocket.

And, like the memories I have of my 8 year old boys putting all their stuff in their pockets, that's exactly what he did. PRECIOUS!

Oh, and pretty sure the guy doing sit ups dropped his sticks. Reminded me of band camp.