Sam I am, In love with you!

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I've only been to a couple of Bar Mitzvahs in my life.  One I was pretty out of if for because I took my first accidental evening nap beforehand, thought I'd missed it, and was just generally confused for the party.

 

The second one was awesome and resulted in an epic mixed CD party favor.  That one I remember much better.  Particularly because I still have the CD and the CD cover.  But I love my friend too much to post that bad boy on the Internet.  Think young budding Jewish man doing his best reenactment of Saturday Night Fever.  Think epicness.

 

While both of said Mitzvahs were awesome, neither included an entrance that held a candle to this: 

 

Presenting

 

SAM

 

in

 

The Most Glamorous, Booty-Shaking Bar Mitzvah Performance Ever

 

 

 

  

The dancers are faboosh, the all-white everything is heaven, the choreography and music are spot on, and the pointing at the crowd at the end is to.die.for.

 

Sam, will you kindly be my best friend?

 

And if not, will you partner up with this guy?  Because I think you two might have a really bright future together!

 

 

Everybody dance now! No...just me?

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This weekend I achieved a simultaneous high/low point.

High point: I went to a bar and saw a lot of the super tall, super exciting UNC men's basketball players!

Low point: I asked one of them to be the other end of my invisible double-dutch rope on the dance floor...he declined.

Moral: Being the only white person on a dance floor, holding the only functioning end of an invisible jump rope is not a pretty sight.

Perhaps segregation had a another level to it that no one talks about. Perhaps it was also intended to save white people from making asses in front of themselves on the dance floor in front of way better dancers!?