Los Angeles, CA

Hollywood is totally like High School and the young Hollywood Celebutantes are the in-crowd.


In high school I was NEVER in the in-crowd!!




I did hang out with a few popular girls (Casey, Kim and Annie) who seem to love me no matter how big my glasses were. They let me tag along on jelly doughnut throwing sprees, hanging on the “Ave” and weekend keg parties (though I usually sat in a corner ogling my long time crush Corny (Cornelius Shields VI…. Mmm… He still makes me swoon a little bit ;). I didn’t drink and left early as my curfew was hours early than anyone else. My mom’s motto, “Anything you can do after midnight can and should be done before.” Sounds good I guess, but NOT when you’re trying your best to fit into the preppy Greenwich party scene.)

When not trailing the girls, I spent most of the time avoiding Sarah Anderson (Grrr… that’s a growl) and any other bullies flicking my glasses, making fun of me and my favorite Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and purple combat boots. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin and would spend hours hiding in the library behind a stack of books. I went to school dances alone, never dated and was awkward and shy.

The problem was, I knew I was more. I always felt like I was being hidden in this skin, that I was a cool kid underneath and the in-crowd was where I belonged.
You would think I would have come to accept my status in the social order… but NO!

Now that I have blossomed, I want to rock out like the Celebutante I knew was hidden under those TERRIBLE baggy clothes, HUGE glasses and frizzy braids. I want to sit at the in-crowds lunch table (in this case the Ivy or Mr. Chows)!

So watch out world! Here comes CHUDNEY ROSS, geek no more ;)

Los Angeles, CA

My friend Samantha is moving to
New York City and so...

One last ladies night on the town!!!
The ladies – Kim, Sam and I.

We start at Bella on Hollywood Blvd. (a hotspot, which draws in a mellow in-crowd and where I can usually get a seat :) After finagling a couple seats at the bar, we order a couple cocktails (Kim- Bacardi and Diet, Sam- Stoli Blueberry and soda and for me a glass of white wine) and some food (The Italian cuisine here is to die for). Though I’m supposed to be on my New York fashion week diet, I go for the eggplant Parmesan. Oh… delicious! After we are good and full, we roll out the door, which I hold for Sharon Stone. She looks amazing and so does the gorgeous, young guy on her arm. (If I dated a man that much younger than me… he would be in elementary school ;)

My car arrives at valet and I give him the last of my cash, $9.00 (yes, I circled for about a half an hour looking for street parking first. I usually am pretty good with parking karma, but not this time). We head down Hollywood to sunset then down the super steep incline of La Cienega (which scares Kim to death thinking that the car is going to flip over) towards AREA, a hot nightclub of the moment. Luckily, the parking fairy is on my side this time and I squeeze (I’m an awesome parallel parker) into a spot on a side street.

Maybe its not so cool to stroll up to a club in LA, but when you’re a frugal fanny like myself and you just found a sweet (free) parking space two blocks away, its seems like a good option (minus the fact that my feet are killing me in these super high heels as we hike to the club).

As we turn around the fence, our giddy, happy moods disintegrate at the sight of… JEN! Brent (King of LA promoters) Bolthouse’s door girl from HELL is manning the door. There have been TOO MANY nights in the past that she has looked right past me and grabbed girls out of line behind me, told me NO, ignored me, made me feel ugly, un-cool and like the geek I was in High School. It’s terrible for the ego and yet every time I vow this time will be different, this time we will totally get in.

Sam doesn’t want to even try, but Kim and I persuade her and we push through the crowd, try to look sexy, wave and lie that we are on the list (we know that she’s holding a blank piece of paper anyway!)

With Jen, the wicked witch of the West, at the door, if you aren’t a celebrity or a “somebody” or passing her big bucks, you are NOT going in anytime soon ☹ SO, as our egos once again drown us and our moods crash, we know that just like that… the night is over.

Safe Travels SAM!!

Los Angeles, CA

Something funny I found online that I will use as my guide in my quest to be a SOCIALITE / CELEBUTANTE ☺






How to Become a Socialite
(Everyone loves to hate them, but would kill to be one)

Steps

1 Become terribly fashionable and stylish. Buy designer clothes, and don't be afraid of ridiculously high prices. (When I start making more money with my budding hosting / writing career, I will buy and adorn myself with designer duds… till then I delight in a purchase from forever 21, H&M and anywhere on Melrose that I can get a good deal)

2 Be gorgeous. People will be envious of you, but will also want to be with you. This might also be expensive, but like a true socialite, act as if money is no object. (I got the gorgeous part… HA! But I guess I have to work on the money as no object part ;)

3 Party. Have them, host them, plan them, throw them, and attend them. Make yourself a necessary element to a successful party so you'll always snag an invite. But please, be tasteful. (I love a good party! I love to plan them, throw them and even better go to the fabulous ones. Now lets get the invitations rolling! Invite me to your party and I’ll show you why I’m the necessary element!)

4 Create a catch phrase and a 'fab' vocabulary. Saying, "You look so devastating" (a la Bergdorf Blonde's) is much better than saying "Wow, you look incredible" (Hmm… Good to know! I’ll start working on a catch phrase.)

5 Spend time at a hotel. Just get a room for the night, invite a few friends over. Claim you were just going crazy and needed a vacation. This will seem incredibly Upper East Side. (I love hotels! Chateau Marmot here I come :)

6 Have fun, and don't forget a few socialite tantrums! (I always have fun! I’m a pleasure seeker first and for most...)

Looks like I’m well on my way to claiming the Socialite life ;)

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SOCIAL BUTTERFLY
Out and about with me, Chudney Ross… if I can get past the velvet rope!

So here’s the deal…. As you know I’m the youngest (and I like to think most fabulous! LOL) daughter of a celebrity, icon, diva… whatever you want to call her (I call her mom).

Being the child of a celebrity has its perks (It’s also not all tiaras and roses for you haters out there :) One perk is an exclusive ticket into the high-end social scene. Now here’s my predicament… as a child, I was lucky to get a taste of this exclusive lifestyle of celebrity, riches and travel with my mother, but having spent my formative years outside Los Angeles or New York (the social epicenters!) I missed out on cashing in my ticket!!

NOW, I want in to the lavish lifestyle again. YET, no matter how hard I try I remain one stiletto in and one flip-flop out of the high-end social set.

Yes, at times you may see me pose for pictures on the red carpet with my Uber-famous mother, BUT most of the time I sadly can’t get my name etched on the most restricted party or nightclub lists. Some mean blogger once wrote, “Does Chudney ever go out with out her mother. How sad!” and to this I respond, YES! I go out all the time… BUT no one takes a picture ;)

Needless to say, I crave the style, beauty and excess of being a pampered princess…. AND really, let’s be truthful… Who doesn’t??

Check out my BLOG often and embark on an extravagant trip with me as I do my best to be the SOCIAL BUTTERFLY I know I am and infiltrate the high-end social set.