NYE

I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s Eve. Yeah. It’s February and I’m talking about New Year’s Eve. I hate things with crazy anticipation. I feel like there’s always so much build up, so much pressure, that by the time it gets here it ends up being a disappointment. That could just be me, being a control freak and needing a signature cocktail for every gathering, but in my wise old age I feel like NYE’s without structure are some of the best ever.

I’ve always spent NYE at home with my family in Napa. My parents would make their rounds at other parties, but everyone would always make their way back to our house – my dad in the kitchen with a big pot of chili, my mom playing host in silk jammies and a NYE hat. I don’t know how this tradition came about, but it’s been one of my favorites. Even just last year, I sat in my parents’ kitchen, in a sequin party dress, toasting two of my closest friends, with a glass of bubbles that was always full.

This year, I stayed in Los Angeles. A big believer in the idea it’s not what you do, it’s who you’re with, I didn’t really have much input in the aspects of planning, just as long as I was with the people I loved the most. Essentially, I was just along for the ride. And you guys, I’m not even kidding. I ended up at a party sponsored by Vivid Entertainment. So with a spray tan, padded bra and hair extensions in place, I was off to Hollywood to ring in the new year with the people I loved the most - and a handful of pornstars. Remember when I said it’s not what you do, it’s who you’re with? Oh brother. Meanwhile, my mom partied the night away in Napa, wearing leopard print silk jammies. And honestly, I don’t know who had the better evening.

Cheers 2012, I’m liking you already.

Did you make any resolutions? I've been flossing. I heard that people who floss their teeth regularly live five years longer than those who don't.