You know by now I can be quite the workaholic, but never fear – the party girl within me is still alive and well. I had so much fun this past holiday season! Parties, parties, parties – the season began with usual round of fun soirees at various peoples homes – including a small dinner part at mine, and mulled wine (or in my case delicious mulled apple juice thanks to my gracious hosts thoughtfulness) and mince pies shared with an uber cool and beautiful crowd of artistes at the Brown sisters abode in Los Feliz.

New Years Eve

New Years Eve

Christmas Eve was spent with friends in an exquisite home up in the Hollywood Hills with breathtaking views, an enormous spread of food, elegantly garbed guests, fascinating conversation, and a hilarious round of anti-carroling. We formed into groups of three, and the rules were you had to sing in a foreign accent of choice, but as out of key as possible (right up my alley since I can’t sing in key to save my life), and the worst group wins – guess who! We sang Jingle Bells in a German accent.

Cards Against Humanity, Anti-Carrols, and Shepherd's Pie

Cards Against Humanity, Anti-Carrols, and Shepherd’s Pie

Christmas Day lunch was a much more intimate affair, with traditional English fare and a multitude of sinful indulgences, filled with witty repartee, and a highly amusing round of the politically incorrect game du jour, Cards Against Humanity. We decided the game must have been written by a swarm of angry, drunken elves – my stomach ached from laughing so hard. In fact, we had SO much fun that we decided to reconvene at my house on Boxing Day, but for a much more casual meal of shepherd’s pie, salad, and brownies dusted with pearl dust.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

New Years Eve started with hair and makeup artist extraordinaire, Jess Berrios turning me into a 1920’s flapper. What was SO bizarre is that all my life people have told me I look exactly like my Grandma Ellie, and once Jess finished, I looked in the mirror and saw my grandmother staring back at me! Then it was onto Soho House for dinner, drinks, entertainment, and more fun with friends to ring in the New Year.

Lap of Luxury in Palm Springs

Lap of Luxury in Palm Springs

New Years Day I shot off to Palm Springs for a little R&R at my friend Wendy’s gorgeous yet ultra comfy new home. It was so great to relax and catch up that I didn’t make it far, but we did manage to squeeze a

Gallery 446 Party

Gallery 446 Party

party at Gallery 446 in honor of photographers Patrick McMullen, Rob LeBrow, Lani Garfield, David Crotty, and Dimitri Halkidis.

Nick and Julie Anne hodes by Patrick McMullen

Patrick and I go way back, almost as far as Wendy and I do. In fact we all had a giggle as Wendy protested when Patrick started snapping us as we arrived. I mentioned a photo (above) Patrick had taken decades earlier of  Nick and me at Nile Rodgers 30th birthday party, where you can spy the camera shy Ms. Frazier doing her best to hide from his lens in the background way back then.

Julie Anne Rhodes and Patrick McMullen

Julie Anne Rhodes and Patrick McMullen

In a rather clever twist, Wendy quickly turned the camera back on the photographer to avoid anymore shots of herself being taken. Maybe you should hire her Patrick – she did catch you smiling!

And the apple STILL doesn't fall far from the tree

And the apple STILL doesn’t fall far from the tree

Of course I missed my munchkin throughout the holiday period, but she did send this photo. What are the chances that we would both attend 1920’s parties on opposite sides of the Atlantic at the same time? Proof that the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree!

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