I’ve already talked about my love for Michelle, and now it’s time to talk about my love for Barack Obama. Or, Barry, as I like to call him. Barry turned 51 years-old on August 4th and he celebrated by playing golf, going to a party in Chicago (for campaign donators) and then he’ll relax at Camp David.
My birthday is in August too—I feel like that means Barack Obama and I could celebrate our birthdays together. I’m not a fan of “duo birthdays” under normal circumstances, because I feel like they’re either a bummer (because one person isn’t getting the attention they deserve) or smarmy (couples…I swear couples that celebrate their birthdays together are the worst…get your own identity!). But Barry and I wouldn’t be like that…we would be the exception to the rule.
I imagine that we would play golf and he would do very well, naturally, and I would suck. He would shake his head after I (try) to drive my ball and then tell me what I was doing wrong. We’d finish the game and hop in the golf cart where we would joke about how awful I am at golf. “Golfing isn’t my thing, Barry!” I would say to him as he coolly drives the cart along the course. “Well, now it’s time we did something that’s more ‘your thing’ don’t you think?” He would say to me, not taking his eyes off the road but leaning is head toward mine so I know he’s genuine. I would smile and think to myself, “Man—Barry’s the best.”
We would get back to the club have some iced tea and lunch then head back to the house to meet up with Michelle, shower, and dress for the evening. We’d go to our obligations (parties for donors, media requests, shake hands and kiss babies, etc.) and at the …
… end of the night while we walk down the hallway of his Chicago home I’d be replaying all the little laughs we had throughout the day. I’d look over to see Michelle looking tired and Barry loosening his tie, as we walk down the hallway he suddenly stops. Michelle and I turn and look at him, he looks up and says, “Nicole…it’s time we do something that’s more your thing…don’t you think?” I smile and shrug my shoulders, “Yeah…I guess…it’s kind of late though, are you sure?” He gives me that Barack Obama smile, looks to Michelle who gives him that “Oh, Barry” look and we walk to the screening room.
As we walk in our pajamas are already sitting on the plush chairs. We each grab them and head to the restroom to change. Once we’re all in our pjs, we cuddle up in the giant screening room with a blanket and some cocktails. Barry sits with his arm around Michelle who’s cuddled up in the crook of his arm, remote in hand, he turns to me and says, “What’ll it be – Absolutely Fabulous? Casino? Sabrina? Breaking Bad?” I just smile at him and say, “You can choose.” He smiles back, gives me a wink and says, “Let’s make it an all-nighter!” The lights dim and the titles start.
This piece was supposed to be funny but now I realized that I’ve just set myself up for a really crappy birthday. Nothing that I do on August 31st will compare to the three paragraphs I’ve just written. So, my loyal readers…let’s make this day happen. I know one of you esteemed readers of this site has to have Barack Obama connections I don’t even know if Barack Obama has a screening room in his home in Chicago but my birthday is on the 31st so I’m pretty sure he could build one by then. I don’t ask for much, you know?