Leisure is the section where we highlight the intriguing, exciting and all-around fun events and activities happening in Baltimore over the weekend.
Especially for those of us who stayed on campus during spring break, this time of year tends to feel a little monotonous; You can only look out the windows of Brody for so long before you go a little stir crazy.
Saturday is inching closer, and I know what you’re all thinking: It’s mother-loving EARTH DAY, my friends! (And yes, it also happens to be Homecoming, for those of you still proudly waving that school spirit. I salute you.)
Here at Hopkins we have an unusual and special opportunity. While it’s clear that this school’s academic and research opportunities are top notch and of course there are many other opportunities, that is not what I’m talking about.
In the spirit of searching for new potential study spaces as the end of the semester draws near and deadlines loom, this past week I went to check out Baby’s On Fire, a coffee shop and record store in Mount Vernon. Named after the Brian Eno song, it opened just last year to generally positive reviews.
Perhaps the most important part of any city, for me, is its walkability. Growing up in a town with absolutely nothing to do, walking for the sake of walking was legitimately an activity, and some of my fondest memories are talks with friends on aimless walks.
It’s housing season here on campus, and while distressed freshmen may be busy making protest shirts about the dorm lottery, sophomores are facing another distinct challenge: grown-up, off-campus housing.
I tried XS restaurant/bar/café for the first time early on a Sunday morning. To be honest, it wasn’t because I’d heard much about it or because I was even particularly interested in going there. It was because the Starbucks down the street had a very long line.
I got back from break this past Saturday, and I was craving some quality friendship time. Due to effective advertising on their Instagram feed, I also wanted to go to Red Emma’s.
Extending south/southwest from Homewood Campus to Interstate 83 and the railroad tracks leaving Penn Station is the up-and-coming neighborhood known as Remington.
This semester, I vowed to see more of Baltimore. I forgot that I also wanted to see more of D.C. Sure, I’ve done the museums and monuments; I’ve been there for interviews, conferences and field trips. But I haven’t spent much time exploring the D.C. lifestyle.
Once upon a yesteryear, there were signs of spring in the air. This made the thought of hiking this past weekend enticing (a few weeks ago).
There’s just something about a night at the theater, the joy of experiencing a story unfold in real time, of feeling the energy of human emotion in the room, of sharing laughs and tears with otherwise strangers in the dark for two hours. Of course the built-in class factor also doesn’t hurt. Consider the following two statements:
Last weekend found me trolling Hampden’s antique shops for a solid two hours on the mighty quest to find Hawaiian shirts worthy of the newest Mental Notes.
