Memories of a Bar Mitzvah

As a boy, growing up, I never had exposure to Jewish culture – this meant that when I was invited to my best friend Jeremy’s bar mitzvah when I was 14, I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew that my friend was a Reform Jew, so there wouldn’t be a lot of Chassidic-style black suits and hats. Beyond that, I didn’t know what my friend’s becoming a bar mitzvah would entail…


“Reception to follow.” I didn’t really even think about the words on the bottom of the invitation. We went to the synagogue Saturday morning, and watched as my friend read from the Torah while I fiddled with my loaner yarmulke. To be honest, the service was a little alien to me and I don’t remember that much of it. What I do remember, however, was the reception.


Immediately following the service, we piled into the car to go to the location, a small assembly hall the family had rented. We had a little trouble finding the place, but when we arrived, Jeremy was surreptitiously absent. All of a sudden, the largest car that I had ever seen pulled up, and Jeremy stepped out. It had to be the best entrance I had ever seen at that tender age, and I cheered with all of Jeremy’s friends as the sauntered into the hall.



The party was pretty entertaining after that, and things got even better after the party was over. “Wanna take her for a spin?” Jeremy said with a grin, pointing at the limousine. I, Jeremy, and all our friends piled into the wonderous vehicle, which promptly took us around the blocks a few times. The interior was wonderful, with an amazing sound system and built in TVs with brand new Sony Playstation X’s included (hey, it was only 1995). This car was one of my fondest party memories, and the whole day was so entertaining, considered converting to Judaism. The message is clear, for a fantastic Bar/Bat Mitzvah celebration, rent a limousine (preferably, from Millenium Limo!)