Waiting for Uma Thurman

Ever had a night when you're out, and all of sudden you feel like this can't be real? This moment right here, right now feels like you're in a movie.

Saturday was one of those, and no, I wasn't high. It started with a picture.

I'm inside Lava for Freaky Wack, the grand opening party for Eden, formerly Sky. I see this Korean cat, smoking a cigarette standing alone. Now, Asians often hang at Lava, but typically they travel with friends. This dude is standing alone, taking in the crowd. His air was so cool, I snap off a few pictures for Party Pix and introduce myself. We start talking, his name was Do Kin. He used to live in L.A. and loves to breakdance.

We head next door to Cuisine Malaya, which is hosting a private Chinese New Year party. Kin's Korean, but he has Chinese friends. For the next hour or so, I talk with him and one of his buddies about the difference between Koreans and Chinese, clubbing in different states and for Do in different countries (He loves South America). There's a football game playing on TV, a group of Asians talk at a table near the door. Couples pack up to go boxes of food and their children to leave (it's after 2 a.m.) and three other people sit near us talking.

Except for me and a few white people, everyone else is Asian. It was at that moment, when I'm soaking it all in and Do is telling me about why black people love him -- because he's from Seoul and he's got Steez (aka style)-- that I wonder if I'm in some kind of Quentin Tarantino movie. Do keeps saying, "Holla' at your boy" and throwing his hands up. And at any moment, I expect Uma Thurman to bust through the door, and pull out a sword.

The moment passes, we talk some more and then return next door to Eden. It's 3 a.m. and the dancefloor is still jumping. Muscle guys in tight T-shirts and itty-bitty women on their arms fill the dancefloor. The Freaky Wack crowd is gone. Music is pumping, but this DJs has no mixing skills. His song transition is, well there is no transition. Do and I shake our heads at the music then find a space on the floor.

Do isn't exaggerating, he moves with soul. Holla' at your girl.

40 and still groovin'

Hey party peeps,
I regularly get e-mails from my 40 and older crew wondering where can they go dancing in Charlotte other than shag and beach music places and to a place where they won't be running around with a bunch of young'un's.

I've got a spot for you, but it's not in Charlotte. City Tavern at the Lake on Wednesday was rockin' and the crowd was 30 and up with plenty of people who were over the big 4-0. And let me tell you, they were on the dancefloor doing their thang and singing along to the hip-hop and rock.

I met a grandmother who recently moved down from New York and she stayed on the dancefloor. I also saw several guys with bad toupeés,
but the best part is that the crowd was also a mix of 30 and a few 20 somethings. Everyone danced with everyone. Great vibe, good time.

Ooh, if you're looking for something to do this Saturday. Andy Kastanas will be back on the decks at Liquid Lounge He hasn't deejayed around town in a minute, so it should be a good time. Drop in and give him a shout.

Britney in the Q.C.

Morton's is the only Charlotte restaurant to get big time celebrities. Apparently, we've been trying to track this down for a while now, but it's true.

Paid to Party hears that Britney Spears recently dined at Restaurant i, a Japanese restaurant that isn't a bunch of hibachi grills, on East Boulevard. We don't know why the former Bad Girl of Pop now turned Mommy Dearest was in town.

Dude where's my parking space?

Hey party people, so uptown is jumping and parking is scarce. I'm sure all you avid Observer readers have been following our stories about how tough it is to park uptown now.

We had a piece in Monday's paper about the challenges of valet parking, and we had a story in Sunday's paper about how free parking is scarce.

I'll be the first to say, I'm cheap so I loved free parking at the Seventh Street deck, but all this whining about parking uptown is a bit much. You've got to pay to play. After 5 p.m., it typically costs $5 to park uptown on weekends and up to $15 if there's an event at the arena. I typically pay $10 max.

I know all my big city transplants can attest, that $10 is not a lot to pay to park downtown.

So party people tell me is parking uptown really that big a hassle? And is parking keeping people from coming uptown? Post your comments below.

Worst day of my life

Saturday started great. I rocked my Darrel Green jersey all day and random people on the street were wishing me good luck. Other Redskins fans gave me dap.

When I arrived at Picasso's on East Boulevard at 4 p.m. I saw maroon jerseys lining the bar. Tim, the bar manager, sat in the middle nursing a beer and greeting fellow fans. (He wasn't working.) I snagged a stool next to John and his friend, both Loudoun County, Va., transplants. Carlton, a D.C. native, pulled up stool beside me.

For the next three hours, it felt like Fed Ex stadium. We banged on the bar, jumped out of seats, gave high fives, did shots of Jager, chugged beer and hung our heads in utter frustration as the Redskins took us on an excrutiating ride to defeat. The emotions we felt during the Seattle game is quintessential Redskins. They build our hopes and then break our hearts.

I was so depressed after the game, I cussed out my roommate -- a Panther fan and a really nice guy -- and another friend who simply asked who won the game. (I apologized to both on Sunday.)

If the Redskins had gone to Seattle and been blown out or resoundly beaten throughout the game, that would be fine. They made me believe we would win, and when we didn't all I was left with was a hoarse voice, a slight hangover and hopes for next season. I'm tired of waiting for next season. (The worst thing I heard on Sunday was "there's always next season." Ugh)

Panther fans, I know this is selfish, but I wanted you guys to lose to Chicago. I didn't want to be the only person bummed at work on Monday. I got over it at a Panther party on Sunday. I'm glad ya'll won and I'll be pulling for the Panthers against Seattle.

Last night, I stayed home and watched "American Idol." The barefoot guy was too silly to be funny, but the overly tanned girl and her equally clueless mom were hysterical. Sitting on my couch for the third night in a row made realize it was time to shake off the blues. Tonight, I'll be back on the prowl. See you in the streets.

Promise U Won't kiss and tell

Out: Prenups
In: Pre-sexual agreements.

That's right, according to a recent Fox news story, entertainment lawyer Ron Skoler has come up with pre-sexual agreements mostly for celebrities. The person signing promises to be over 18, have no STDs, will never seek money or compensation and to keep the "sexual liaison private and confidential."

Here's my question, we've got some big dogs here -- Panthers, Bobcats and NASCAR drivers. Plus, we're getting more celebrities stopping through Charlotte. Lenny Kravitz will be here Thursday, Star Jones on Jan. 28 and Will Ferrell shot a movie in these parts.

If your favorite celebrity came to town, would you sign a pre-sexual agreement? And which celeb would that be? I know a couple of famous honeys who would get me to sign my name. What about you? Post your reply below and keep it PG-13!

No wheelchairs allowed

I'm still cracking up.
Super Bowl planners don't want people over age 45 on the field during the Rolling Stones halftime show. The NFL is offering 2,000 people a chance to watch the Stones play during the Feb. 5 event, but those lucky fans will be expected to dance, sing and cheer. The Super Bowl planners say they're trying to protect old(er) people because halftime revelers would be expected to run and stand up for a very long time. (And people over age 45 can't do that without a wheelchair, walker or cane.)

I don't think the physical challenge is the real reason planners don't want old(er) people on the field. I know plenty of them who mountain bike, jog regularly and go dancing weekly. The real reason old(er) people aren't welcome is because they're aren't as sexy as young folk.

Viewers want to see barely-dressed girls gyrating together or with virile young men. Who wants to see Viagra candidates kickin' it with menopausal women?

What do you think? Post your replies below.

They're taking over

"I wish I could quit yeewwww."

I love that line from "Brokeback Mountain." It absolutely cracks me up.

Okay, I digress. The boys of Takeover Friday are kicking the New Year off by taking over the Manor on Friday for the Charlotte premiere of the critically acclaimed "Brokeback Mountain." The Takeover peeps helped sell-out the first two shows at the Manor on Friday. As of late Thursday, there were 70 tickets left for the third show and plenty for the last one. "Brokeback" follows the love affair of characters played by stars Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal.

The predicted voices have lined up on both sides of the film. The moral police hope it flops, and gay rights activists are urging gay folks to see the movie and take a friend. Before we get too serious about the "Brokeback" hype, I'd like to defer to David Letterman...

Top Ten Signs You're A Gay Cowboy:

10. "Your saddle is Versace."

9. "Instead of 'Home On The Range', you sing 'It's Raining Men'."

8. "You enjoy ridin', ropin', and redecoratin'."

7. "Sold your livestock to buy tickets to 'Mamma Mia'."

6. "After watching reruns of 'Gunsmoke', you have to take a cold shower."

5. "Native Americans refer to you as 'Dances With Men'."

4. "You've been lassoed more times than most steers."

3. "You're wearing chaps, yet your 'ranch' is in Chelsea."

2. "Instead of a saloon you prefer a salon."

1. "You love riding, but you don't have a horse."

Lighten up. "Brokeback" is a good old-fashioned romance -- a story of love, loss and denial. If you're into those types of films, you'll like this movie whether you're gay or straight.

"I wish I could quit yeewwww."