Capitol Hill Interns Waste of Ink, Alcohol

by Chris Beam | August 17, 2006 at 3:30 pm

Capitol Hill Interns Waste of Ink, AlcoholQuotes left out of Phil Rucker's (Yale '06) piece on D.C. intern culture in Monday's Washington Post:

  • "Oh, I'm so careless, I've left my security badge on for the entire Metro ride home."
  • "God, I was at the office so late -- Really big bill, you know, I think it has a good chance -- I guess I just won't change before the kegger in Henle 505. Guess I'll just wear this button-down shirt, untucked, sleeves rolled up. God, is my badge still on? So embarrassing!"
  • "Oh, you work for Tom Davis? Virginia ... 10th, right? Tommy? Tom-Tom? Tom's nuts! Anyway, committee staff or personal? That's cool, I work in Dirksen."

And they still get laid. The city of Southern efficiency, Northern hospitality and Ninth Circle interns never ceases to amaze us. Rucker's piece -- an evergreen at the Post, which runs one each August -- is lively enough reading, but it lacks that certain je ne sais puke we believe all features on coffeefetchers should have in spades. Judge them, Rucker! Judge them and their badges!

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