thirteen in los angeles

on saturday night i attended a $26,000 thirteenth birthday party. there was an open-bar for the adults, a candy 'bar' for the kids, a tarot card reader, henna tattoos, a dj, professional dancers and an ipod photo station. the kids had hipster haircuts and designer clothes, and the mom's were all but plastic.

julie and i took full advantage of the amenities.


but the thing is, the kids were still thirteen. they scurried around in insecure packs and fled the dance floor at the first chord of a slow song. they flirted awkwardly yet remained half-children.

i try to remember being that age, but it seems so long ago...

anyway, a beautiful song about being thirteen (elliott smith).