There are a few events in my lifetime that I used to wait around for with heavy anticipation back when I was preteen school child:

  1. Christmas
  2. My Birthday
  3. The Last Day of School
  4. Summer Vacation
  5. Easter

All were glorious occasions in their own rights. And as you probably can tell, I was a spoiled fuck. Any time I knew I was being rewarded with gifts, I was pretty damn excited about it. Presents? Fuck yeah. Gimme them all.

Today, though? Well, all of these things basically stink any more – especially once you’ve graduated college. Except for vacations. Those are the fucking best. But buying presents and shit for other people on holidays where you used to not have to think twice about anyone else besides yourself. That stuff sucks. And you’re lying to yourself if you tell yourself otherwise (or maybe you’re just a lot more mature than I am).

Anyways, today was a preteen Peep moment for me. The moment we (or at least I) have been waiting for over the past six months has finally happened. The Putin, Trump handshake. Or as I like to call it: #MyChristmas. And let me tell you – it did not disappoint.

We got ferocious forearm pats. We got a very POWERFUL finger point. And we got low-key pats on the back. It’s basically everything I envisioned and more. Just a couple of Alphas introducing themselves to each other in person for the first time. It doesn’t get any better than this.

But wait! There’s more:

What a day. WHAT. A. DAY. FOLKS. I’m already looking forward to the next one.