In any event, the night does not go so badly for Rasjkub as she keeps the party going in the bar. She soon receives gushing fan visitations from Geena Davis (the tallest human in the room, by far), Sean "P Diddy" Combs, (who tells her she is "one hundred percent true gangster") and a member of the show's security team, who tells Rasjkub that he formerly worked for the NYPD's counter-terrorism squad and that "24" has it "exactly right."

The big question Looking around the room, we know who the super-glamorous famous looking people are. And the stiff-looking types in power suits are self-evident Hollywood characters. But what about the man in a white tux, with giant sequin-adorned glasses and matching shoes. Or the woman in the poodle dress (black with circles of white fur) who seems another fringe hanger-oner, until she gets an amazingly warm greeting from Zach Braff. (But what does it mean, exactly, if Zach Braff knows you?).

And then there is a woman of a certain age, adorned with spare-no-expense, quadruple-plus sized body adornments and clad in a tighter-than-skin blouse made of alternate rows of mesh and velvet. Unfortunately about midway through the show, the rows drift out of position and she is aggressively working the room while her enhancements are front and center for all to bear witness, with only a thin layer of mesh protecting them.

Meeting of the moguls
An overheard conversation between Brian Grazer and Donald Trump:

Trump: I'm getting a star tomorrow (on the Hollywood Walk of Fame)

Grazer: I've got one.

Trump: Oh really?

Grazer: Where is yours?

(Trump describes.)

Grazer: That's a good spot.

Trump: That's what they tell me.

Grazer: It's great to show your kids.

State of disorder
The party continues in the back of the room, brought to a halt not at all by Warren Beatty's honorary award but entirely by Sasha Baron Cohen's speech. Actress Paget Brewster walks past claiming, "I'm no drunker than everyone else here."

It is abundantly clear, wandering the room, that the TV people in the second and third rings from the center, are a million times more fun then the staid movie people in the center pit.

At commercial breaks, Rupert Murdoch stands at his table and surveys the room with what seems a mournful sadness, an island of calm amidst the whirlwind. On the men's room line, L.A. Police Chief William Bratton shakes Murdoch's hand – a true power schmooze conducted as chevaliers of a simpler time know how.

When asked about her show coming up empty tonight, "Weeds" creator Jenji Kohan tells me, "If I cared about the opinions of 90 foreign strangers, I'd be a hooker outside the U.N."

And so the show lurches towards a close. "Babel" and "Dreamgirls" win the big prizes, sparking little more than mild whaddyaknows from the crowd. And then, after cashing in ticket stubs for gift bags, it's on to the parties.