It all began when our husbands discovered world taven poker. They would head out to the bars and play in the evenings, leaving us to our own devices. On one such afternoon, we decided to jump on our bikes and go “festival hopping.” We went to St. Leos Fesitval in Little Italy, then to the Federal Hill Festival. So maybe not so much hopping, but it was enough! Because we were on our bikes, there was no limit to how much we could drink, right? So not surprising that we ended up taking the bikes through the lobby of the inner harbor Hyatt, up the escalator, and into Edgar's where one of us (and I won't say who, but we ALL know) proceeded to crash into a pool table.

For the rest of the summer we rode our bikes to different bars and restaurants trying them out, giving them our personal ratings. We plan to continue the tradition this summer, and THIS year we have new members. We're thinking about getting jackets...