The Golden Globes are over. Seriously, they just ended a few minutes ago. Or maybe it just felt that way.

Yet after reviewing the show and going out a bit afterward, I have some morning-after observations:

– Nobody should really worry about the Golden Globes as a bellwether for the Oscars. But if people didn’t, then they’d have no reason to worry about the Golden Globes at all.

– Trying to determine why the Hollywood Foreign Press Assn. voted for somebody is completely pointless. Unless the winner is European.

– I mentioned this in the review, but in terms of TV, anyway, the group really did seem to go out of its way to pick the least-watched program with the highest-profile star at virtually every turn. Think about that when you’re putting together your Globe plans for next season.

– That first bartender really didn’t care whether I was able to drive home Sunday or not.

– Percentage-wise, NBC has a better chance of converting Globes viewers into “Smash” samplers than Super Bowl viewers. Unless they feature nudity in their Super Bowl promos.

– Win or lose, HBO still throws the best party.

Ricky Gervais said at the outset that he was barred from using expletives. Then he used one toward the end of the show. As I Tweeted last night, I wonder if that wasn’t a bit of frustration with sensing how lamely the show proceeded after his monologue.

– After walking past Jason Momoa — co-star of “Game of Thrones” and the recent “Conan the Barbarian” — I briefly wondered which closet is currently the home of my weights. Then I thought better of it.

– Having all those parties in the same venue is a terrible idea. Anyone up for renting out Spago next year and getting the hell out of the BevHilton?

– I take a small amount of perverse pleasure in knowing Nikki Finke had to sit through that show too.