Get yourself to The Get Down

Tis the season for public displays of over-the-top sisterly love and Instagram captions full of sorority puns. Yes, you’ve got that right: It’s secret week and reveal time.

If you are a student at Hopkins and you left D Level at any point this weekend, you surely noticed flocks of heeled booties and tight dresses rushing to get into cabs on St. Paul. Exploring Baltimore this weekend proved to be exceptionally adventurous, with herds of females stumbling out of cabs, into restaurants, and back again.

Asahi Sushi on South Broadway was especially entertaining, with Hopkins sorority women occupying 90 percent of the small BYOB restaurant. Asahi offered my party — surrounded by 30 other females — quality food with a relaxed vibe.

Upon entering we were given the private upstairs area, fully equipped with speakers and decorations (wrongly indicating it was someone’s birthday, but hell, it’s the thought that counts). The service was fast and friendly, and the restaurant did a wonderful job of accommodating such an overwhelming party.

From Asahi Sushi, my herd made its way to our watering hole, the one and only The Get Down. Offering fun-filled 18-and-over nights, The Get Down is always a popular option for taking on Baltimore, and it had never seen a night so full of Greek spirit as this past Friday.

Walking in we were immediately greeted by loud bass, colorful laser lights and about 50 familiar faces. As the music grew louder and the night grew longer, the spirit of the club only got better. The mix of Baltimore locals and college students at this particular club can be hard to manage, but a fabulous equilibrium was reached Friday night.

Standing above the crowd on the second level balcony, it became apparent that the clichés of superficial sorority love were far from reality. One could watch as sisters began to laugh and joke and bond, absorbing the music as they went.

On this night The Get Down was far more than a source of good music and even better drinks; it was more than the chance to meet an attractive stranger or make a new friend. The atmosphere was full not only with excitement and intoxication, but also the sincere and genuine love that sisters share with one another.

Above the crowd it was apparent that memories were being made and that, while still fresh and new, friendships were being strengthened by stories that would surely be detailed in group chats Saturday morning.

Baltimore can be a tricky riddle to crack, with Hopkins students typically dour and cynical about what the city has to offer. However, when you burst your Hopkins bubble and look outside, you can find adorable BYOB restaurants and dimly lit clubs full of friends — and new family — to enjoy.