Scene and Heard

If homegrown gymnast Nastia Liukin sees her reported beau, skater Evan Lyscek, Monday evening on Entertainment Tonight, she might experience a pain familiar to other 20-year-olds, and ask, "What did he just say?"
While People magazine is busy breaking the news of a romance between the two gold medalists (complete with quotes from Nastia), Entertainment Tonight is saying that Evan is saying he's not committed.
"I'm single," he tells ET. "I haven't had any time for dating while I'm training. I'm lonely."
If you follow Nastia's Twitter feed, it doesn't look like he's been that lonely.
On Sunday, she posted a picture from Vancouver of Evan holding his gold medal in his right hand and Nastia in his left.
Of the reported romance, Evan told ET, "We are very close friends and she's been such an inspiration. I ask her advice. I'm honored to have her here."
Nastia is an on-again, off-again SMU student. People reports that she has been traveling from Dallas to L.A. to visit him and last summer, he came to Dallas to watch her compete in the U.S. Nationals.
"We hang out, go to dinner and movies, and lay low," Nastia tells People about her L.A. visits. "We have similar personalities - we're both laid back."
The two gold medalists met in October 2008 while appearing on NBC's Skating & Gymnastics Spectacular.

Oprah Winfrey's friend-in-chief Gayle King (editor at large for O magazine) escaped the All-Star madness with a clothes shopping trip to Forty Five Ten on McKinney Avenue with her Stanford grad daughter, Kirby.

Mary J. Blige was a quiet guest at the Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek, staying in and ordering room service. When she did come down to dine in the Mansion bar, she brought her own food.

One lunch regular at Charlie Palmer in the Joule found that the valet parkers could not leave his car in its traditional spot in front of the restaurant on Saturday.
A truck hauling an enormous dumpster was parked on Main Street in front of the Joule to haul away all the trash from Michael Jordan's All-Star party held the night before in a heated tent adjacent to the hotel.
Folks like Spike Lee and Charles Barkley gnoshed on lobster corn dogs (see what remains to the right) from Charlie Palmer chef Scott Romano.

Jay-Z can always depend on a warm welcome at the Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek. The hip-hop mogul (estimated net worth: more than $500 million) stayed at the Mansion for the All-Star festivities. His wife, Beyonce, was not with him. (She's probably too busy counting her net worth. Forbes just reported that she out-earned her husband last year, $87 million to his $35 million.)
Jay-Z will be back in town next week for a show at American Airlines Center and he left several pairs of tickets for Mansion employees.

We're less than an hour away from Monday morning and here is Alicia Keys winding down her NBA All-Star weekend with a late meal at Al Biernat's.
Alicia, you missed running into Mario Lopez by 48 hours. He was at Biernat's dining in the dark when the power went out on Friday night. It could have been the start of something small.

Mark Cuban and Jerry Jone just announced the record-setting attendance for tonight's game: 108,713

Finally, the inevitable courtside celeb onscreen moment: Spike Lee and his NY Yankees ballcap. An appropriate swell of boo's filled the stadium. Then it was Ludacris' turn for an onscreen moment. he was Mr. Sunglasses.

A flurry of onscreen celebs: a bejeweled Floyd Mayweather, Gov ar old Schwarzenegger sporting a pair of flashy cowboy boots and Shaquille O'Neal.

P Diddy is the second celeb to get screen time. Not quite as robust a round o applause as for Magic.

Earvin "Magic" Johnson is the first celebrity attendee of the night to fill the giant screen.

Michael ("but call me Mike") Stevens, 42, stood at the railing of one the stadium's food court plazas, staring up at the giant high-def screen.

"My wife and are in from Phoenix," he says. "She's the basketball fan. I don't really care. But I am a giant TV fan, so when we heard the game was going to be here, I told her 'you don't even have to ask, we're going.

"I just had to see it."

He doesn't have to e plain what "it" is; while he's been talking his eyes have never left the giant video screen that hangs over and dwarfs the basketball court that has been set up at what is usually mid-field.

"I don't even know where our seats are. -- who cares? I told
my (Beth, he mentions almost incidentally) to meet me here after the game."

Given a quick rundown of the fantastic figures that make up the "video board" -- 300 million light bulbs, weighing 600 tons, measuring 160 x 72 feet -- he just shakes his head and sighs. "I guess it'll never fit in my living room."

Jay-Z had a secret plan to avoid a crush of fans in Dallas: Dine at off hours. On Saturday, midway between the lunch and dinner hours, the hip-hop mogul took over the clubby Café Pacific in Highland Park Village for an afternoon meal with 10 friends.

Jamie Foxx can do pretty much anything: Comic, actor, singer (you're welcome, Kanye) and bartender.
In a festive mood Friday night, the Academy Award winner jumped behind the bar at AMPM Restaurant and Lounge and started making drinks for guests.

The governor of Khal-if-for-ni-ya was in a gregarious mood when he shopped in the men's department at the Neiman Marcus Northpark at about 4:30 p.m. on Sunday.
Arnold Schwarzenegger posed for pictures with a few elated female Neiman's shoppers.

Absolute panic set in as my busload of media brethren got off and saw the endless line snaking down the walkway around the stadium. "We don't have to stand in line do we?" asked one guy. "There must be a special entrance for media," said another. It's funny, these two guys were the same ones talking loudly and knowingly about "the scam" Jerry jones put over on the hoodwinked Arlington mayor and how he made sure there were no restaurants anywhere near the stadium (I think we passed a McD as they said this). If hey knew so much about the innerworkings of Jerry jones' empire, you'd think they would know that there was a media entrance, just a little bit farther down the walkway. No wonder people hate the media.

I30 is already backed as you approach Six Flags and the stadium exits. Leave early and often.

I'm on the media bus, which reeks of industrial cleaner and cheap cologne. Of the dozen or so media types on the bus, idling curbside behind the Renaissance Hotel, half of them are on their cell phones, yelling. I'm listening to three different guys debriefing someone on last night's party scene. Good times.

At this point there are more people in the VIP section than the rest of the bar.

The big furs and fake breasts (or should that be the other way around?) quotient has shot up in the last ten minutes, so maybe that signifies the imminence of his eminence -- the Snoop-inator.