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Emily Blunt

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The SAGs official afterparty Sunday night was such a reminder that H'wood really is just a bigger, glitzier and even more bulimic high school. Most everyone sat with their respective cliques as the room was divided between the partiers such as Emily Blunt (in the smoking section) and serious act-ors, like Meryl Streep and Amy Adams (nonsmoking).

Here's what went down:

John Krasinski and GF Emily Blunt, who really should think about eating something perhaps with a crust on it, cruising around looking disgustingly happy, glowing, it's very serious between them, sorry all you J.K. fans out there. Indeed, John was play-fighting with a friend for hugging Em a little too tightly. Meanwhile, feisty on her own was Blunt having a "boob-off" touching titties with laugh-riot queen…

Amy Poehler, go-to gal o' the night. Ames, able and game, then moved over to chatting up Mad Men cutie Elisabeth Moss, supercongratulating her on her recent engagement to Fred Armisen. And the only cooing that outdid that spectacle was somebody who couldn't get his tongue outta E.M.'s ass…

Rex Lee, our Entourage fave, who said to Moss he "totally voted for" her for Female Actor in a Drama Series. Don't think Sally Field would be happy about that! Also lovin' over in the Entourage section was…

Jerry Ferrara and Jamie-Lynn Sigler, sitting together, arm in arm, darling. Kevin Connolly chatted with them too, while Jeremy Piven, completely recovered from his mercury-poisoning ailments, was feeling well enough to hook some nonfamous fish. Far less stinky at the next table over was good loser…

Anne Hathaway, puffing away, being the life of the party, laughing and chatting with her crew, the regular folk. Annie completely drew people (including the famous ones like Christina Applegate) to want to be around her, despite A.H. having lost earlier to scenery-chewing Meryl.

So fab Hathaway has a great, fun attitude about this competish thing, unlike Brangelina, who prefer to book it every time they lose at an awards show—not a good thing, what with Academy voters right and left at these pre-Oscars parties. What, Brad and Angie think nobody's gonna notice their spoilsport 'tudes? What planet do these wannabe publicists live on, anyway?