June 19th, 2002

Dog Balls

Like Tourist Season, but different.

I've noticed a surge of young, fresh-faced, bright-eyed blondes swarming the train at Foggy Bottom this week. The girls all are wearing what The Limited deems as "work wear", the boys in the prep-school standards of khakis, white shirt, and a blue blazer (with or without crest).

Then I remembered what Bob said at the Cowboy last week:

It's intern season.

Oh, how I look forward to eight weeks of listening to these younguns go on and on about what a great man Senator X is and how cool it is they got to have a cocktail at the party.
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