PartyGirl at E! Online
January 20, 2005
Desperate Dames, Swanky Hilary & Va-Va Vartan--Kickin' It at the Globes Bash to Beat
By Lara Morgenson
Golden Globes night is the best night out in Hollywood. I mean, we're talking about a buffet of bashes all under the Beverly Hilton's ritzy roof. My chauffeured ride--okay, it's actually a shuttle bus that schleps those of us arriving sans limo, but hey, if it's good enough for Eliza Dushku, it's good enough for me--deposits us front and center, and I take a moment to soak in the craziness before heading inside.
But getting to the Hilton is only half the battle. Actually stepping foot into the hotel is like clearing airport security. There are tons of checkpoints to admit invited guests--and keep the crashers out. But there's no stopping me tonight--even my awkward collision with P. Diddy in the metal detector doesn't deter my course. After all, I'm headed to the Warner Bros./InStyle fete, the hottest post-Globes bash of them all. Ya think I'm gonna let a little Diddy stop me? Never!
In fact, the InStyle soiree is so A-list everyone and their Chihuahuas are trying to get in. By the time I negotiate the swarms of tourists and celeb entourages clogging the lobby, there's a mile-long line at the door. Time to put my super party powers into action! I bob, weave and dive--and make my entrance with nary a hair out of place!
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Oops! Speaking of drinks, I'm trying to order one now, but two suits are propped shoulder-to-shoulder against the bar in a tête-à-tête. I shift from side to side trying to squeeze around them, but they're not budging. Fed up, I tap one on the shoulder and ask him either to scoot over or order me a vodka tonic. Oh Lord, I'm looking into the mesmerizing baby blues of Michael Vartan. I decide to add a smile and a "pretty please," which works, sorta. He grins ever so slightly, slides over...and goes back to his conversation.
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Gossip 'n' Gab: Outside on the patio, where I spy Longoria chilling with a smoke, I notice Lake Bell chatting up the on-the-market Vartan. Though it looks like he might be trying to wrap up the conversation, she keeps on going. (Hell, yeah, honey--go for it!) Sweet as can be, I overhear him talking about how he really has to get home to, I think, his dog. There are tons of nearby hot young thangs hoping for a turn with the Vart man, but nope, not gonna happen. Costar and buddy Kevin Weisman joins the duo and appears to be stealing the man away. Damn!
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