My BFF and I have been noting as of late the pervasiveness of general malaise that seems to ooze from Federal Hill proper on the weekends. Stabbings, melees, loud and drunken horror that seems to outshine any pleasantness that might come out of a weekend night seem to stick out in my head, and this past Saturday evening was no exception. We met up with some girls who were hitting up the douchebar trifecta (Mothers, Mad River, MaGerks) coz they all had shiny dresses and pleasant perfume aromas and wanted to shake their wobbly bits, no shame in that, I’m more than happy to be a part of it. Things were going pretty much as expected right up until about the point that everyone decided to go to Ropewalk. After … Read entire article »