(After the awards show the chaos ensued…Patrick and Ellen were both winners, so endless interviews and photo sessions for nearly two hours. Thankfully the photographers wanted to shoot them together…so at least they were together in the madness. Photo shoots with Patrick were always entertaining for Ellen, never knowing when he would slide his hand a little to low on her ass, or try to get a reaction out of her by grabbing her butt out of the view of the cameras, or whispering something inappropriate. She was a professional though, she just kept a smile plastered to her face. She occasionally shot him a look to try to get him to behave, but he just laughed and continued with the torture. Finally they stole 5 minutes in the limo on the way to the after parties)

Patrick: So, you're an award winning actress now…are you going to trade me in for some young studly Hollywood actor?

Ellen: Noooo…(laughing) I think you may have a couple good years left in that old body. (he faked an offended look, which made her crack up as he pulled her over onto his lap, kissing her neck, which always made her squeal. She stopped laughing as she realized that he was giving her a serious look.)

Patrick: Thank you…for tonight…

Ellen: For?

Patrick: Being there when I won…and not pretending for the cameras that you don't know me…

Ellen: Is there something wrong with wanting this to just be ours…to not want to share it with the world?

Patrick: There's nothing wrong with it…except that it means I have to keep my hands off of you when we're in public…which isn't easy…particularly when you wear a dress like this…(he kissed her bare shoulder, his hand sliding up the long slit in her dress softly caressing her thigh, his fingers working there way up to her tiny bottom…just as his body was beginning to get lost in the moment the limo came to a stop in front of the US Weekly after party)

Patrick: (kissing her neck) I could tell the driver to circle the block a few times?

Ellen: Have you not seen how tight this dress is…if you get me out of it it'll take an army to get me back in…we should go inside…show our faces, and then get home so I can lose the dress…permanently…(he started to protest, but she had signaled for the driver to open the door and she quickly exited the car…Patrick a few steps behind.)

(Inside the party they were both busy most of the evening networking…she tried not to laugh each time a male actor would corner Ellen, she saw Patrick watching protectively as he pretended to be interested in the conversation he was having. Ellen tried not to laugh at the look on his face as Jake Gyllenhal, who Ellen had worked with (and dated a few times) warmly congratulated her with a hug…)

Jake: Congratulations on your show…and your win tonight…it's great.

Ellen: Yeah…thank you.

Jake: And you look…AMAZING!

Patrick: (Ellen was startled by a familiar voice from behind) Doesn't she? (Patrick kissed her cheek) Hi darling.

Ellen: Hi…Jake, do you know Patrick?

Patrick: We've met.

Jake: Yeah…I was just telling Ellen I love the show…well, my mom and my sisters love the show, so I've watched it with them...

Patrick: And your girlfriend? Do you watch with her?

Jake: Oh, I'm not seeing anyone, so…

Patrick: Oh, that's too bad…(an awkward stare between the three)…I'm going to have to steal her for a minute it that's ok? Nice to see you again Jake…(Ellen smiled at him as Patrick led her off)

Ellen: WHAT was that?

Patrick: What?

Ellen: I was waiting for you to whip it out and mark your territory…

Patrick: Well if I have to watch any more men hitting on you tonight I just may…

Ellen: For God's sake Patrick he was just being nice.

Patrick: Oh YEAH…next you'll tell me that he was just staring at your chest and your ass because he liked your dress!

Ellen: Oh look, there's Sandra and Katie…(looking around) and I don't see any men within a 10 foot radius of them…so I'm going to go over there…and when I come back, hopefully SANE Patrick will be back!