This is how all Georgetown students look to D.C. residents over 30

Newsflash Georgetown students: The Post‘s snitty little sister, Express, and real Washingtonians aren’t too fond of us.

You see, like cicadas, these actual D.C. residents lay in wait so long you almost forget they exist, only to reappear in droves during the brief window between our departure and the arrival of the summer interns to enjoy the cornucopia of fun that is Georgetown nightlife unperturbed by the underage masses. Except their patronage patterns aren’t a function of a peculiar life cycle; rather, they’re a testament to just how revolting we are.

Or at least that’s how Express sees it:

Now is the time, residents of the District, to swoop in and enjoy Georgetown — this weekend marked the end of the Georgetown school year.

Before the interns ruin everything — for what is an intern but a college student with a smug smile and a government ID? — take advantage of the bars and happy hours that normally don’t seem worth wading through the crowds of drunken 18-year-olds with their hats on backward for.

Ouch!

The blog We Love DC caught the Express item and added:

I have to admit, some of my most fun nights of going all-out have been at Mr. Smiths, and if I can do that without getting hit on by a 20-year old psych major? Yes, please …

So what about you? Any Georgetown bars or places you’d like to hit up while we’ve got a respite from the ususal [sic] smattering of denim mini skirts and Miller Lite drinking frat boys?

Whoa, tone it down there, I can hardly handle such effusive outpourings of affection!