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LIT City Dance Party in Downtown Baltimore – 11/8


Join hundreds of Downtown neighbors at LIT CITY for an illuminated dance party Friday, November 8th. Tickets include food from some of Baltimore’s best restaurants like Sobo Café, Cazbar, Roy’s Restaurant, and HomeSylce, open bars, serious vibes from DJ Cory T, performances by HoneyLuna, Circus Entertainment, and more. Must be 21+. Grab your tickets today for an unforgettable LIT Friday night.

Top Stories: Open House at The Foundery, Bill Paterakis‘ Ruxton Mansion for Sale, Councilman Zeke Cohen Debates Tucker Carlson


The top story on our site this week was about The Foundery’s much-anticipated open house happening tonight, where guests will enjoy demonstrations in everything from liquid nitrogen ice cream making to welding and wood lathing. The Foundery, a maker space designed for industrial creatives with pretty much any level of experience, moved to Port Covington from downtown Baltimore last June. Its new space in the City Garage building is roughly 10 times the size of the old one. Since the move, The Foundery has held three open houses; tonight’s will be the fourth.

“Our tagline is community access to industrial-grade tools and training,” said CEO Jason Hardebeck in an interview. “Our goal is really to introduce as many people as possible to the tools and kind of equipment you would find in a workshop or a factory.”

The event runs from 6 to 9 p.m. at at 101 W. Dickman Street.

Here were our other top stories from the last seven days:

One Matron Under a Groove: A Baltimore Mom’s Search for Dance Floor Nirvana



Baltimore attorney Joyce Lombardi didn’t want to give up her club moves when she moved to town — here’s how she found her dance groove locally, sometimes well after midnight, well after becoming a mom.

When I moved to Baltimore 15 years ago, newly married, unemployed, and childless, I did what I always do in a new city: set out to find a place to dance.  I don’t mean Friday night swing, ballroom or salsa dancing. O, if only I were content to don pretty shoes and be twirled by a mature man in a collared shirt. No, dancing for me still means what it has meant since the late 80s: all-engulfing club dancing, preferably to house music with a fabulous white/black/Latino/Asian/gay/straight/whatever crowd, à la New York City’s Sound Factory in the 90s. Dancing, ideally, where the deejay lifts you and your sweaty sequined brethren above the strobes and whistles, up to where race and age and exertion end and you are in the zone, flying, one nation under a groove. Hard to find, hard to get there, but once you do, you always want to get back.