Last night 205 and neighbor the Box, which opens in a couple of weeks, had a veritable door-off: A 205 list keeper unsympathetically turned away skater types who came to celebrate Vice's Girls issue while a doorman at the Box iced down uptowners trying to huff and puff their way into the Me magazine party (sample bluster: My sister was a model in this weeks magazine. She must be on the list). Passing both scenes on our way to admire the taxidermy collection at Home Sweet Home, we snapped a pic of the Boxcar (The Box, 189 Chrystie St. a decal on the door reads). Is this the personal pimpmobile of Simon Hammerstein, enfant terrible of the theater-owning Hammerstein family and proprietor of the Box? And is that tear in the side fallout from the FreemansBox showdown? Well say this much: If you pull up in front of the place in this hooptie, at least youre getting in.