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Carving Out the Commons, Red Emma’s, 7:30 p.m. – 9:30 p.m.
In my tenure as a writer for Your Weekend, I have often sought out places that most Hopkins students probably haven’t heard of. To me, the point of this section is to get folks acquainted with this wild and wonderful City and to (hopefully) generate some hype about local businesses and events.
I have always had terrible self-control with shopping.
Boh’s & O’s, Mt. Vernon Stable & Saloon, 2 p.m. – 7 p.m.
Spring break: bikinis, tans, college students across the country getting as drunk as possible. Perhaps spring break, now more than ever, is a time when one hears, “I wanna get wasted” or “I can’t wait to black out” with Snapchats, Instagram stories and Facebook photos proudly displaying copious amounts of alcohol.
I will begin this article by confessing that I have never been to New Orleans.
Barista vs. Bartender, Ceremony Coffee Roasters, 6:30 p.m. – 9:30 p.m.
My family has never put much stock in planning out trips. We almost always arrive at our destination barely in time to eat dinner, despite agreeing the night before to arrive at lunchtime. We also like relaxing, so we never create full daily agendas. We just wake up and see where the days take us.
St. Patrick’s Day has to be in my top three technically religious holidays, potentially top two if it’s February and I’m single.
HUMBUG: The Great P.T. Barnum Seance, The Peale Center, 8 p.m. – 9:30 p.m.
As a rule, I try not to encourage general audiences to hang out with a bunch of dead bodies.
“He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met.” “He’s very snarky and sarcastic.” “He’s got a dark sense of humor, pretty pessimistic with his jokes — just a warning. But great guy!”
Water in a Broken Glass, The Senator Theatre, 7 p.m. – 10 p.m.
Going into my last semester at Hopkins, I’d like to think that I have the whole “dealing with visiting family members” issue down pat.
I’ll confess: My idea of a good time usually involves running around campus in search of a place to finish a paper I was supposed to turn in a day ago when all the cubicles on B-level are inevitably full.
Thursday
I am a firm believer in the idea that a city is only as good as its weakest bar, and I’ve yet to find that bar in Baltimore.
Last Friday was Chinese New Year, but I celebrated it on Saturday since I had an essay due on Friday night. I don’t really know how lunar calendars work, but the real meaning behind Chinese New Year isn’t about the moon or even about getting together with family and friends.
Thursday
At the risk of sounding too much like a knock off Ron Swanson, I am sincerely shocked that there are people out there who wouldn’t rather be eating breakfast foods.