Ever since Obama announced his run for the White House our house has been a hub of activity. We got comfortable opening our doors to our closest 30 to 60 friends and figured since the election was over, New Years was another great night to bring everyone together. Plus, we had a lot to celebrate, Dick and Bush were on their way out, a beautiful family who represents anyone who has ever felt anything but rich, white and privileged was moving in AND Broderick is probably going to shoot 3 or more movies this year. Not to mention we are happy with each other, Isaiah sleeps through the night, Noah dresses herself and our home is pretty much finished - other than me reaching for perfection and having the handy man out here every other week to paint scuffed walls and hang new pictures (yes, I'm one of those West LA Women - who just happens to live off Crenshaw.) Anyway, the party, Broderick deep fried 3 turkeys and made ALL the fixings (his mom's dressing.) Merc created a play list and we cleared out the living room like it was a club - and we danced ALL of us to Guy, Biggie and Beyonce - it was one of the best parties I've ever been to. Only problem is that when Broderick asked me to fix him a drink I also was telling someone where to find more ice and didn't notice how much vodka I put in his screw driver. Moments later I found Broderick outside trying to get some fresh air and then watched as he crawled, yes crawled, up our stairs to sleep until 5pm the next day. The party raged until about 4am with people staying until noon the next day. We are blessed with a home that works nicely for parties and friends that know how to party! Our neighbors Janine and Lyndon (we like totally love them and Markhum - who ran Santa Monica's Obama office.)
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