The best part about being an adult is making your childhood dreams come true on a grand scale. I’ve been hula-hooping since I could walk (truth: I started ballet when I was 3.. and.. well.. it’s kind of the same thing, right? I mean, balance and movement and what not. Nevermind, just go with it), and I always wished.wished.wished I could hula hoop somewhere besides my garage. I mean, who likes huling around all the junk that didn’t fit in the house? Not me. I shook it left and right and promised myself I would hula in coola places when I was older.
Since I figure that most people have dreams just like mine, I decided to host a hula hoop competition on the streets of Minneapolis. The pictures tell the story: