Sounds like a fun evening.

In a frenetic presidency that has been marked by jarring contrasts, he added another Saturday night: suiting up in black-tie regalia and telling jokes about invading Greenland and bombing Iran even as demonstrators assembled across the nation to rebuke his aggressive roundups of noncitizens in Minneapolis.

In one sense, Trump’s appearance put him inside one of official Washington’s longtime traditions: the annual dinner of the Alfalfa Club, an exclusive organization of CEOs, politicians, and other Washington luminaries. But it was done in characteristic Trumpian fashion, at once unapologetic and awkward, with barbs aimed at political adversaries, grievances over perceived slights and punch lines that at times fell flat before a bipartisan audience.

Ah yes, unapologetic and awkward, more commonly known as vulgar and rude. In characteristic Trumpian fashion=trashy and stupid.

Spending his Saturday evening, as he himself put it in his remarks, in a room that included “people I hate” was an unlikely but somehow fitting end to a week in which he continued to test the limits of his power but also found time for distractions.

They aren’t distractions though, not to him. His war on everything and everyone with the slightest trace of basic decency is his favorite thing.

It was the first time Trump addressed the Alfalfa Club, speaking before a room whose membership includes such foes as JPMorgan Chase CEO Jamie Dimon (whose bank he is suing), David Rubenstein (whom he fired as head of the Kennedy Center), and Jerome H. Powell (the outgoing Fed chairman whose role he is investigating).

Some jokes landed with a thud, and the room fell silent repeatedly.

“So many people in the room I hate. Most of you I like,” he said, according to an attendee. “Who in the hell thought this was going to happen?”

Huh. Gee, with wit and eloquence like that it’s hard to figure out why the room kept falling silent.