Anyone who tells you sitting at an award show is thrilling is lying. It's really kind of boring, especially when its broadcast live. Those commercial breaks all the people at home use to go grab a snack or go to the bathroom? Back at the hotel ballroom we all stand around looking like we'd rather be anywhere else. Truth is most times we really would.

The Globes are a little better, at least we aren't all in long rows with seat fillers darting out to create the illusion that we're all on the edge of our seats waiting to see who wins. At the Beverly Hills Hilton we get to sit at tables, usually with people we know, or at least have worked with before. It makes those commercial break conversations go just a little more smoothly.

Chris wasn't very talkative most of the evening. He chatted just enough to make a good appearance but I started wondering if he was ticked that I'd shown up, or if he really just didn't know what to say. I know that's how I was feeling.

Then when we were on the last commercial break before his category, he suddenly stood up and grabbed hold of my hand, asking me to go outside with him. I argued just a little, pointing out he really didn't want to be late. Did he want to become the Christine Lahti of the 2005 Globes if he did win and wasn't there when the camera panned to the table?

He just persisted until I finally followed him out of the ballroom. Instead of stopping in the hallway, or the lobby, he led me right outside. My heart was pounding and I was thinking he was going to shove me back into the car and tell me to go away, when he turned and told me he wanted the two of us to leave together.

"Umm, you are going to miss your category. What if you win?"

"If I win great, but right now I'm at risk of losing something a helluva lot more important to me. And I really think I'd like to concentrate on that right now," is his response.

My, oh my, just when I think I have him pegged into a neat little box, he comes out and surprises me with a comment like that.