This was a good people-watching spot later on, when the guests were feeling more restless. There’s an inside bar adjacent to this area, with a buffet. Jon Hamm should have won an award for most cigarette breaks. Jeremy Renner and Eva Longoria joked around as the telecast dragged on. Alison Pill and Emily Mortimer took a few puffs before the show. “Good,” he said, in a monotone voice that sounded more like he meant “bad.”Īs the night went on, the other place that celebrities headed for refuge was the outdoor smoking balcony. Someone asked Bill Murray how he was doing while he stood in line for the men’s room. That’s one of the places the stars congregated during the commercial breaks. But at the second or third commercial, I noticed Mark Wahlberg seemed to be haggling a deal outside the bathroom. The celebrities eventually all took their seats. Aaron Paul turned to Glenn Close and said, “Gorgeous,” which best summed up her look. Steven Spielberg made an entrance by clutching his wife’s hand. They were the dorky, smart couple, followed by the edgy goth kids-Megan Fox and Brian Austin Green. He also looked like he could dive headfirst into the front row.Įmily Blunt kept adjusting her dress as she walked in with her husband, John Krasinski. That might explain why Quentin Tarantino looked so happy when he won his Golden Globe for Best Screenplay. By 4:30 p.m., as they trickle inside the venue, thirsty and starved, the only provisions left on the tables are bottles of wine and champagne. There is a sit-down dinner, but it’s served at 3:30 p.m., when most of the celebrities are still winding through the maze of red-carpet interviews. But if you’re lucky enough to actually land a seat to the event, you’ll learn the truth-it’s really a drinking party. When you watch the Globes on TV, it looks like a fancy (and rebellious) dinner party. The dessert was a cappuccino-mousse dome.Īnd I ate almost none of it. The entrée was smoked flat-iron beef with caramelized mint fennel, kabocha pumpkin, yellow cauliflower, and baby bok choy. The appetizer served at the Beverly Hilton ballroom was a grilled artichoke with fennel-tomato-lemon mousse and California pepper-honey goat cheese. Let’s start, in honor of Woolf, with the food.

That’s an excerpt from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own, and I’m probably quoting her because it’s midnight, almost seven hours after my first-of many endless-glasses of champagne at last night’s Golden Globes ceremony.

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