Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

And it turns out he's not that bad. So the world bank set up a small reception with Mr. Wolfowitz just to welcome the new interns, this being the first official intern program that they have ever had. There are only seven interns that they chose from and two are from Stanford (yes we pulled some major Russian strings and got Iris in!). Ok, here is how the conversation went when the big man entered the room:

*Smiles, cameras, handshakes, overall phoniness*
-Hello Mr. Wolfowitz, my name is Beto Juarez, I go to Stanford University.
-Well, hello. My son was class of 2004.
-Really? What was his major?
-Earth Sciences
*Pause for commentary. Earth Sciences tells me two things about his son. 1. He is nothing like his dad. 2. It is possible he is also a hippy and might have lived in synergy at one point. Def not like his dad.*
-Really? I didn't know him, unfortunately.
-Say, do you maybe wanna go grab a beer or something. I'm getting awfully tired of these cameras and secret service and junk.
-Yeah sure
*at the pub, four beers later*
-You know, I never really thought it was gonna fly
-What's that Wolfi? (Being in Russia, I had to create a new pet name for my friend.)
-The whole Iraw thing. But W just gave that real pensive look, you know, the one where he squints his eyes and it appears that he actually might be thinking a cohesive thought...
-Yeah, I know the one.
-Then he told me. Paul, let's do it.
-Ooh oby, was I excited then.
*four more beers later*
-I miss my family.
-Don't cry Wolfi, it's gonna be alright.
-I didn't know that with this whole "World Bank" thing that you actually had to travel the world!
-Everyone makes mistakes.
-Did I tell you my daughter is just starting at Chapel Hill?
-Yes you did, Wolfi.
-I think you might like her.
-I don't know. I've never met her.
*another four beers later*
-Did you know "Vlad" didn't even wanna meet with me?
-Really?
-Yeah, says he doesn't have time. Does he even know who I am? And who is he? Some little Russian nobody. If it wasn't for that stupid oil!
-Now Wolfi, I know you're not constructing another war in that little head of yours!
-Would it be so bad if I was?
-Yes! Too many people! Too much money! Haven't we learned our lesson?
-I guess so. That's what Rumsy keeps telling me. But Karl's got my back! He loves wars!
-Yes he does. But we don't know if Karl will be there much longer, do we?
-I guess not.
-Well Wolfi, it's been great, but I have class in a few hours, so I've gotta bounce.
-Can't you stay for one more beer?
-Oh Wolfi, ok, maybe just one more.

The previous conversation may or may not be the entire truth. I leave the reader to discriminate which is which.