My friend and I were dancing on the mini-stage at the Cellar on Saturday night and you came up to us with your crazy dance moves. We all jumped up on the seat cushions briefly but were booted off by the security guard. You were wearing a grey hoodie and shimmying to your heart's content. My brunette friend thought you were fun, but you left before we could find you again. We even did a lap around the bar looking for you. That's commitment! Where art thou, hoodie boy?