After Drake’s performance at the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles on Tuesday, August 22, Sasha and Malia Obama went to his after-party at Bird Streets Club.
The two children of former President Barack Obama reportedly liked Drizzy and 21 Savage’s It’s All a Blur Tour’s final L.A. show, according to Page Six. Sasha, a 22-year-old graduate of the University of Southern California, donned cargo leggings and a short black corset.
Malia, her sister of 25 years, paired a loudly printed high-waisted flared pair of trousers with a translucent Knwls top. About four in the morning, two housemates from Los Angeles left the Bird Streets Club.
Following his performances in Los Angeles, Drake threw afterparties for other famous people. Recently, Dennis Graham, Saweetie’s father, and Anderson Paak attended.
Barack Obama called Drake a “talented” person who “seems to be able to do anything he wants” in his 2020 360 With Speedy Morman.
Obama co-signed Drizzy’s prior statement that he would be open to playing the former president in a biopic.He remarked, “You know what, Drake has my household’s seal of approval—more importantly, I think.””I think Malia and Sasha would approve of it.”
Sasha and Malia like Drake, even though their father doesn’t always listen to him. In fact, Obama’s yearly summer playlist featured him lately, owing to the J Hus song “Who Told You.”
Along with “Princess Diana” by Ice Spice and Nicki Minaj, “Drums” by Babyface Ray and Money Man were also included on the list.
Obama was questioned earlier this year by Hasan Minhaj about whether or not he was the real author of those well-known playlists.
He said, “People believe the books and the movies,” and then made a joke about people not playing along with him when he made these playlists. “However, the playlists seem to think—and this is primarily from young people like you—that you guys developed hip-hop and rock ‘n’ roll. Therefore, people seem to assume that, “Well, he must have had some 20-year-old intern who was figuring out this latest cut,” even though my lists are, you know, quite remarkable. No, dude. Right now, it’s on my iPad.”
Husband Ridicules Antique Egg Wife Purchased at Flea Market, So She Requests He Unwrap It
My husband once teased me for buying a small enameled egg at a flea market, but he was in for a surprise. I have always loved visiting flea markets, drawn to the idea of sifting through other people’s discarded items to find hidden treasures. This passion started when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair we could find, searching for what she called “preloved jewels”.
Even as a mother and grandmother now, nothing excites me more than rummaging through various stalls, hoping to find something special among the ordinary. My husband, Sam, is a kind and hardworking man, but he doesn’t understand my obsession. He often refers to my finds as “hoarder junk”, which sometimes causes tension between us. Despite his criticisms, I have no intention of giving up my weekend adventures with a budget of $20, determined to uncover a hidden gem.
Recently, Sam surprised me by asking to join me on one of my trips. It all started a month ago when I visited a nearby town’s street fair. I felt a thrill of excitement as I approached a modest display of knickknacks. Among the items was a small porcelain and enamel egg, roughly the size of a real egg. It wasn’t particularly beautiful, but I was drawn to it.
When I asked the seller how much it cost, he said $25. I gasped dramatically and offered him $5. After some back-and-forth, I convinced him to sell it to me for $10, and I felt a sense of victory as I tucked it away. After browsing a bit more, I headed home with my treasure in hand.
When I got home, I greeted Sam, who was skeptical about my find. He turned the egg over in his hands and discovered it was labeled “Made in Hong Kong”. He laughed and said I had been tricked. I felt a wave of disappointment but insisted that I liked it and heard something shifting inside.
With a quick motion, Sam pried the egg open, revealing a tiny bundle of red silk. As I carefully unwrapped it, I discovered a stunning pair of earrings nestled within. Although I initially thought they were just good fakes, Sam was convinced they were real diamonds after testing them with his breath, which didn’t fog up the clear center stone.
Excited, Sam suggested we take the earrings to a jeweler for appraisal. Despite my concern about the cost, we went to the mall, and the jeweler confirmed that they were indeed diamonds set in 18-carat white gold, possibly worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My head spun when he said they could be valued at around three million dollars at auction.
Incredibly, the earrings sold for three million! We now have a lovely nest egg in the bank, and the porcelain egg proudly sits on the mantel of our new home. Sam, once a skeptic, has become an enthusiastic flea market companion, joining me in the hunt for more treasures. We may not have found that Van Gogh yet, but we remain hopeful!
This story teaches us that one person’s trash can truly become another’s treasure. It also reminds us to respect and support each other’s interests—Sam’s mockery of my hobby turned into appreciation when we discovered the earrings together.
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