Posted on 11/07/2007 7:24:52 AM PST by 3AngelaD
...How do you "know" Nicolas Sarkozy? Well, we don't know him know him, and anyhow, the French president friended us first. And friends are still in short supply, as are dullish White House parties in honor of them.
Last night's not-a-state-dinner dinner in the State Dining Room (got that?) for 130 or so guests was billed as an opportunity to gently fete "Sarko the American," the still-newish, hyperactive leader who seems, so far, to enjoy repeat visits to the States. He likes our big movies. He likes our 53-hour workweeks. The story line to Sarkozy's visit asks if France and America can rekindle a little of the old magic. The answer appeared to be oui-- even with our attempts to bore him to death with an after-dinner reenactment of Gen. George Washington's historic meeting with the Marquis de Lafayette.
The freshly divorced Sarkozy arrived (solo, ladies!) at the North Portico at 7 p.m. in a limousine decorated with little French and American flags, and was warmly greeted by President and Laura Bush. Kisses, back-patting, etc. Downstairs, the people on one of the most uninspired guest lists in White House dinner-party reporting history (we're the Style section, we should know), culled from Bush friends, Cabinet members, Americans with Frenchy names and Frenchies with even Frenchier names, made their entrances before a wan party press corps of a half-dozen so-called reporters and photographers. Everyone made lame stabs at freedom-fries-are-all-behind-us-now punch lines. The guests seemed glad to be able to officially like France again....
How was the dinner? What was it like? Yeah, uh, contraire, frere. This clinchy White House doesn't cooperate with the free-ranging dinner party reportage of yore. We go now to the pool reports, and the Associated Press...
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Very, very funny!
Prolly just can't write and drink at the same time.
Ping
How was the dinner? What was it like? Yeah, uh, contraire, frere. This clinchy White House doesn't cooperate with the free-ranging dinner party reportage of yore.
Not like the good old clinton days, when the Washington press corps were on the invitation list and got to circulate with stars and starlets.
This snarky little faggot is very pissed that he wasn't allowed to mingle with the guests. He had to do his reporting from a AP stringer.
Dear God, I love President George W. Bush.
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