WHO: InStyle and Warner Bros.
WHERE: The Oasis courtyard
WHAT: Always one of the more lavish affairs, this party offers a live dance band and is usually the last to shut down. Access should be much improved from last year when a key entryway was shared with NBC-U-Focus, which was in the nearby executive center. To say there was chaos getting in doesn’t do justice to the word. One wit said if the big winner on the kudocast was “Desperate Housewives,” then the big losers afterward were the “desperate freeloaders” who were stuck with a long wait to enter. Another said it was like “the ultimate airline nightmare — all the seats are overbooked and people want to sit on each others laps.”
WHO: NBC, Universal and Focus Features
WHERE: The parking garage rooftop
WHAT: A tent with DJ Tony O will set a club feel for the party that has “Brokeback Mountain” and 26 other noms. This venue — which has an open-air element — isn’t always available on Globes night. The hotel sometimes decides it needs the 75 parking spaces that would be lost, not just on awards night, but for the week before, when the party setup is done. An estimated 6,000 people — including guests, staff, security and media — are in the building on awards night.
WHERE: The Aqua Star pool area
WHAT: The cabler has Billy Butchkavitz designing a 700-guest party that’s heavy on gold modernist decor as a setting for its 17 nominees. Someone once said hosting a Globes after-party is “like throwing a wedding in a hotel where six other weddings are going on, and you’ve all invited the same guests.” In this case, each host can decide on its own designer, but the Hilton provides food and drink. This isn’t necessarily a good thing. It’s safe to say none of the event planners would use the hotel’s catering for a shindig they were doing somewhere else.
WHO: The Weinstein Co.
WHERE: Trader Vic’s
WHAT: This is basically the debutante ball for Harvey and Bob Weinstein’s company, which has seven noms this year. In 2005, when this was the Miramax party, the event had the best attempted crasher. An enterprising gentleman showed up with a valid driver’s license that indentified him as “Robert Weinstein.” Plus, he had the chutzpah to say, “I’m Bob Weinstein. You have to let me in.” The bad news was he was saying this to the longtime Miramax employee who knew her Weinsteins.