You can keep your manicured summer music festivals with their huge acts—what I want is noisy chaos. Marching bands from around the country descend onto the streets and clubs around the intersection of 12th and Vale in Georgetown to blast their horns, punish their giant drums, and give hundreds of drunken revelers their marching orders. Street food abounds as all the usual food trucks set up shop, hoping to catch Honkers as they wander from sight to sight and beat to beat. It’s a total fucking loud mess of a party, and it is glorious. (Intersection of 12th Ave S and S Vale St,, 6–10 pm, free)