After the alcohol policy’s resounding victory, we’re moving onto a new category: Georgetown alumni. Whose diploma do you wish Georgetown would take back and tear to shreds? We’ll keep the polls open for your votes until next week, when we’ll tackle a new category. Ultimately, you’ll choose the worst move ever made by Georgetown.

Jennifer Altemus (COL ’88)

Remember that time that Hogwarts conferred a wizardry degree upon Tom Riddle, and he subsequently became the evil Lord Voldemort and his alma mater’s greatest mortal enemy?

This is kind of like that.

In 1988, Jennifer Altemus graduated from the Georgetown College, and now, she has returned to the neighborhood to wreak havoc on student life via a robust campaign from the Citizens Association of Georgetown against the 2010 Campus Plan. (This was presumably after Provost O’Dumbledore refused to let her teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. We’ve even heard rumors that she hid a horcrux in President DeGioia’s office—but he’s never there, no one’s found it yet.)

Heir to a Citizens Association that insists your bus ride to Dupont Circle be over 4 miles long because Georgetown private property owners apparently have jurisdiction over some public streets, Altemus is even more trouble than your ordinary CAG president. Thanks to her Georgetown degree, she can claim (and local news outlets can imply) that she has an understanding of both students’ point of view and her neighbors’.

But don’t be fooled. She’s not on Georgetown’s side, she’s on CAG’s. And if they had it their way, there would be a butterbeer keg ban levied on the entire neighborhood.

—Molly Redden

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Any story about Fritz Brogan (COL ’07)—a big player among the exclusive, conservative, preppy crowd Late Night Shots, who is the quintessential Georgetown man, the Joe Hoya as the Voice once dubbed him—always makes for delightful reading. But even though it’s a treat for us whenever his name and latest adventures pop up on DCist or We Love DC, we were a little mystified when Brogan surfaced on Politico.

Was he hosting a big fundraiser with the future trophy wives of young District Republicans? Accepting a sweet new job with D.C.’s conservative brain trust? No. As it turns out, the big story here is that Fritz Brogan bought a new pad in the Watergate complex, and he’s renovating it, and he owns the same bars he’s owned for a while now … and that’s it.

But, lack of story be damned, Politico‘s Kiki Ryan serves up a 4:37 video, shown above, of hard-hitting friendly conversation anyway, grilling Brogan about whether he finds that owning bars and being a political animal is contradictory (it’s not), whether he likes living in D.C. (he does), and about the reasons for his attraction to the Watergate Complex (Brogan said he was drawn by the building’s storied history, including “the famous break-in in the 1960s that we all know about.” Whoops.)

But Ryan doesn’t let Brogan off that easily—not without giving him a chance to tell the story of how his parents met in The Tombs 40 years ago, and how he and his sister have dined in all of their parents’ old romantic haunts. And not without asking him whether that chandelier will survive the apartment renovation. Now that’s journalism.

I went to a house party that looked like that for just $10!

Whatever you did for New Year’s Eve, you probably had a better time than if you’d partied with the LateNightShots crew, the preppy, mostly Republican coterie that throws invite-only fundraisers in and around Georgetown bars.

On December 31, 2009, founder Reed Landry and member and Georgetown graduate Fritz Brogan (COL ’07) (whom the Voice once dubbed the ultimate Hoya) threw a $100-a-head NYE gala in the National Building Museum. And if the torrent of mail directed at DCist and comment on the Washington Post‘s reader review page are any indication, it sucked out loud.

“Total chaos all night, alcohol ran out by 11pm, and the building was ultimately destroyed on the inside.”

“Last night was by far one of the worst events I’ve ever attended. It took 45 minutes to get in. It was like the bread line during the Great Depression. Once we got in, there were more lines…lines for the bar, lines for the coat check, lines for the restroom.”

Those are some choice quotes from indignant partygoers who wrote in to DCist (partygoers who, DCist does not fail to remind us, paid $100 to go to a NYE party).

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