man once.
I’m not even kidding.
At this point, I was about twenty. I had been doing Bar
Mitzvahs for four years, and I was good by then. I would do
a Bar Mitzvah right.
ͳis one was up in the Valley. I was dancing, getting the
crowd hyped, and I saw an old man over there, just looking
mopey. It’s my job to get everyone hyped, so I danced over
to him.
Tiffany: “Come on, you want to dance with me?”Old Man: “No, no, no.”Tiffany: “Come on, you know you want to dance. You
know you want to!”Old Man: “No, no, I’m old, dance with the young
people.”He was saying no, but I could tell he meant yes, so I
grabbed his hand, and he got up with me, and he came to
the dance noor. And then I grabbed him by his tie and went
all in.
Tiffany: “Yeaaaaaaaah boy, get it done!”Old Man: “Whooooo!”And he was into it and enjoying it, and people were