Heard: Senate Office Building Basement

Intern 1: Shouting halfway down the hall, "Yo, brah, are there any open bar receptions tonight? I wanna get shitfaced!"

Intern 2: "I dunno, bro. Let's go to the house side, I heard there's always shit there!"

Pièce de résistance: A committee staffer happened to be walking by as these buffoons telegraphed their bacchanalial desires across 40 feet of the corridor. The staffer and I overcame our considerable partisan differences to share a resigned grimace in silent recognition of the commencement of intern season.