The holiday times keep most of us in hibernation, industry people doubly so. Then add the fact that I am a new father, and you can understand how much of a homebody I have been for weeks. Now imagine the experience of venutring back out into society for the first time by attending the Weinstein’s GOLDEN GLOBES AFTER PARTY. It was like being thrown head-first into a special on the “E: Entertainment Network.”

The Weinstein party is one of the biggest after-parties at the Globes, and there was just a dump-truck full of celebrities there. A big glittery dump truck brought to you by Lexus.

It was nice to have a core group to hang out with: My “Hoodwinked” collaborators Todd Edwards, Tony Leech, Katie Hooten, writer-actor Peter Bedgood, and our manager Brian Inerfeld.

I made a point to step out of my wallflower mode and actually walk around and TALK to people. This got me a few minutes with “Little Miss Sunshine” Abigail Breslin, Freddie Rodriguez (“Six Feet Under,” “Grindhouse”), Sarah Chalke (“Scrubs”), Seth Greene (Big “Hoodwinked” fan) and “Scrubs” creator Bill Lawrence (insane “Hoodwinked” fan).

It was also nice to have further conversations with Weinstein Company development heads Michael Cole and Eric Robinson, and reconnect with Zach Braff (we are trying to land a project together soon).

Then there is Harvey himself, who was all smiles when I stopped by his VIP booth in the back (you have to back away bowing or a minion will jab you with a scepter).

And if I may get REALLY geeky, I can tell you that I even got a thrill out of just breezing past the likes of Chris Rock, Will Ferrill, Paris Hilton, Emilio Estevez, Sharon Stone, Adrian Grenier, Sarah Paulsen (“Studio 60”), Robert Rodriguez, Geena Davis, Rick Schroeder and Ken Wantanabe. The glitz! The glamour! The ribs! (Pretty good ribs there.)

This was a great night to feel “jacked in to the Matrix” again, actually networked to the big strange machine that is showbiz. January means that meetings are popping up on the schedule, and I can get back in the REAL saddle of creativity. This big glittery machine still needs fuel, after all.