On Thursday, the same night as yet another Republican debate, where constipated Scrooge McDuck Donald Trump calmed down his screaming for a few minutes to explain how we got here, the Obamas hosted a lovely state dinner at the White House.
President Barack Obama’s Canadian bro, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, and First Lady Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau, were welcomed to the White House for the first time in an event The New York Times described as having “the air of a family reunion”:
The prime minister offered a tribute to the Obamas’ daughters, who attended their first state dinner, and joked about the president’s graying hair, saying he hoped his own would “come in at a slower rate.”
The prime minister did not say, “Adopt me, please,” but it seems like he should have.
Both sporting bow ties, Trudeau and President Obama enjoyed a nice toast and conversation about, probably, hockey, methane, DJ Khaled’s Snapchat and polar ice caps. “It’s pretty hot in New York,” said Obama with a sigh.
Michelle Obama wore this pretty floral and black Jason Wu gown and her usual aura of unfuckwitability.
The levels of flawlessness...
President Obama has been vocal about the fact that he’s gonna lose his shit after both of his daughters head off to college. Here, the love of my life, Sasha Obama, looks gorgeous and skeptical as usual about the fake-ness that surrounds her while experiencing her first state dinner.
Malia Obama is equally stunning, contemplating her incredible future over a meal that included Pacific Northwest oysters, salmon and lamb chops. DAD: “When I first elected to this office, Malia was just 10 and Sasha was 7. And they grow up too fast,” said Obama in his opening speech. “Now Malia is going off to college … And I’m starting to choke up.”
Sophie thinking: How?
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