That’s my game face.
Last Sunday evening I was in Rhode Island attending my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah. Next thing I know the “in-house” DJ is playing the electric slide. I was all like “whooaaaa I remember this song from (Insert Name)‘s Bar/Bat Mitzvah and/or roller skating place I went to as a child”. But I wasn’t going to dance, because that song is lame and dancing sober, in a brightly-lit room is embarrassing and is something only show-offs, gay men, and dancing majors do.
Then my niece and nephew tried to dance and I was all like “OMG this is pathetic they have as much rhythm as a dead Philadelphian hobo”. I knew I couldn’t let them embarrass themselves like that, so I did what any heroic uncle would do: I pretended to teach them how to dance, all the while showing them up on the dancefloor. Like it was 2001 and David Menachem* was trying to do ‘the worm’.
So, below, watch me dance to some shitty music as some adorable children run amok. Jews. (Laugh)
*Name changed to protect the equally pathetic.