Emmy attendees didn’t even wait to leave the Shrine Auditorium to start partying the night away. Backstage, Evangeline Lilly, Rachel Bilson and Eva Longoria were among those hunting down celebratory flutes of champagne. “They should have a bar in the wings. You know, pick up a glass with your statuette,” Patricia Heaton suggested as she filed through the press tent. Some of the men, meanwhile, were looking for more substantial sustenance as they headed to the Governor’s Ball, stomachs rumbling after the three-hour awards ceremony.
“Need … dinner … now,” moaned James Spader. “My blood sugar level has dropped to the point of delirium.” And he was a winner, so he was still being propelled by adrenaline. “They need, like, a peanut guy in the aisles like at Dodger games,” opined Jason Bateman. Instead, the ball served 2,820 Beef Wellingtons. Not long after the obligatory pleasantries, poses and, presumably, wolfing down some food, the crowd hopped into waiting limos and headed for the five post-parties around town. “This is my first stop,” said Nicole Richie at Fox’s Spago bash. “But I will hit a few more before I call it a night.” She later made her way to TV Guide’s party at the Hollywood Roosevelt, where her fiancé, DJ AM, spun tunes and Missy Elliott performed.
After a marathon week in New York, uberparty boy Jeremy Piven resurfaced on the West Coast, with a fat cigar in one hand and a beer in another as he bounced on top of an ottoman roaring, “Bring back the beat” in between anthems. “So this is the Roosevelt,” Marcia Cross remarked, looking rather lost at the swarm of players as Longoria, in coral Angel Sanchez, rushed through the front doors at midnight, followed by Macy Gray and her entourage. A few feet away, Jessica Simpson enjoyed a tumbler of Voxx vodka with Mandy Moore while her handlers kept any plebes away. But the party wasn’t relegated to the hotel’s Tropicana Bar alone. Teri Hatcher got crammed into the crowd as she tried to make her way into the hotel, where Mischa Barton was watching the outside scene on one of the dozens of flat-screen monitors.
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Across town, at HBO’s blue Moroccan-themed fete at Pacific Design Center, Halle Berry sat down to a plate of lamb chops and couscous, while Charlize Theron twirled around the room with Geoffrey Rush. “Entourage” star Adrian Grenier, who made a quick change in his car from his suit to a button-down shirt and sneakers, wasn’t making any apologies about his casual attire. “I’m sure if you take a poll, everyone will tell you they just want to be comfortable at these things,” he said, though he looked anything but as several female fans chased him around the carpeted tent.
Things actually got off to a more civilized start earlier in the week in Brentwood, where DeBeers hosted a cocktail party Thursday at Christine Lahti‘s home to benefit the reopening of the Geffen Playhouse, and W and Guess threw their annual Hollywood Yard Sale on Saturday. Debra Messing popped by the Luxury Lounge at the Peninsula to get her brows plucked, (gratis, of course) by a Lancôme expert, while Felicity Huffman was treated to a mani-pedi. Later that night, Hatcher caused gridlock on the Sunset Strip when she arrived at L.A. Confidential’s Key Club bash in her honor. Clad in a bondage-style Roberto Cavalli number, she said sheepishly, “I feel way too old to be here tonight. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a club.” (Really? Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago?) But most of the crowd at Entertainment Weekly’s Cabana Club pre-party felt right at home. “We need to get some better champagne,” said Ellen Pompeo as she sent back a bottle of Perrier-Jouet for some Taittinger. Limiting himself to just one glass was a well-behaved Patrick Dempsey, saying, “I promised my wife I’d make it an early night.”