Six summer interns were sitting at a table next to mine last night at dinner. As we’re getting up to leave I overheard the following conversation:
Female intern: We should go to this bar Wonderland Ballroom. I heard it’s pretty good. Male intern #1: Isn’t that the bar where you need to be on a list to get in? Male intern #2: I heard it’s a secret password.
Ah yes, and Smith Point is a hipster dive bar in Georgetown. Have fun using your fake IDs kids. Please stay far, far away from Columbia Heights.
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