L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Lucky 13

May 17, 2007 on 7:09 am | In General Musing |

I’m heading to Atlanta at OMG:30 a.m. tomorrow for the Bat Mitzvah of my dangerously gorgeous neice, Katy. In the throes of planning, her mother suggested to me that alcohol really wouldn’t be necessary, since it was basically “a birthday party for a 13-year-old.” Fortunately, this revelation came with enough advance warning for me to suggest that I didn’t really need to fly three thousand miles for a teen birthday party. Puh-freaking-leez! If I have to spend an evening in a roomful of 13-year-olds, I need some serious fortification.

Fortunately, she saw the light and the fruit of the vine will be making an appearance along with screaming teenly masses. Having only raised boys myself, it was only when they started bringing home girls that I realized how much high-pitched shreiking I’d been missing out on… You know, I think I need a head start. Can someone pass the two-buck chuck over this way?

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