Holiday Cheer!

We started singing at the Bel Air on Monday. This is something I've been doing since I moved to Los Angeles. We also do some shows at Macy's Downtown too. I've spent more Christmas Eves with Mark, Autumn, and Perry than I have my husband...weird, huh?

An excerpt about the Hotel Bel Air found on http://www.tablethotels.com/ (I didn't write this):
Built in 1946 in a style that can only be described as romantic Mediterranean, the Hotel Bel-Air, with its rose-colored mission-style bungalows, is about as elite a hideaway as you can find. Hidden by bougainvillea, ficus, orange blossom, and fern, on eighteen acres right in the middle of LA’s most exclusive suburb, the grounds are mapped by terracotta passageways, and the reception area lies just beyond an arched stone bridge.

Ironically the Bel-Air began by blackballing movie folk, but it was they—and their scandalous behaviour—who made it famous. Elizabeth Taylor honeymooned there with her first husband, Marilyn Monroe spent a lot of time hopping between rooms 133 and 33, and an urban legend would have it that Lauren Bacall flooded the hotel during the Academy Awards. Although the hotel has undergone extensive renovations, it still feels like a Hollywood hideaway from the golden years. Think, therefore, of the swan-shaped pats of butter as romantic rather than kitsch. Ditto the Tuscan-inspired style of the rooms, the floral curtains and the stone Poseidon heads spewing water into the fountain.

Celebrities are not known for the judiciousness of their requests, and Bel-Air’s staff is legendary for their ability to do anything from set up a seventeen minute wedding (between Ronald Reagan’s daughter Patti and her yoga instructor) to locating a 1962 sixpence coin. They are also—especially the ones who have been there for over thirty years—discreet; you have to be, in what one employee has called the “biggest shack-up business in town.”

Most Bel-Air guests come here for a break from the spotlight; nonetheless, the very public restaurant is always busy, and for good reason. The food at the Bel-Air is fantastic. Even the notoriously ill-tempered swans eat well here — on romaine lettuce leaves. The non-feathered guests rave about the lemon pancakes, tortilla soup, and the hot water pipes underneath the terracotta floor of the restaurant patio, to warm the feet of anyone dining outside. Make sure you do because Bel-Air is about scents. The aroma of freesia, gardenia and rosemary from the on-site herb garden is divine, and for many, what characterizes the hotel at its luxurious best is the smell of the avocado wood burning in the fireplace at the bar.

Here are some holiday bits I did for Premiere this year:

Uncomfortable Memories Part 1:

Uncomfortable Memories Part 2: