Prologue: On the agenda for Friday night was Nego Gato, a performance of music, dance and capoeira, a Brazilian martial art nicknamed the "dance of war." However, how the night transgressed can be jokingly referred to as the "dance of options."

Act One: I was running late to attend NG, so I was still in my casual Friday clothes. During the performance, a woman danced on stage with an outfit much too big. In anticipation of a Janet Jackson Superbowl moment, a kind man said he thought I'd need to cover my eyes. He'd misidentified me as a young man and profusely apologized after seeing what "a beautiful young woman" I was after the performance ended.

Act Two: I wasn't in the mood to change afterwards, so we attempted to see how far we could go in the city's nightlife scene. Well, let's just say we had to leave Center City, and even the taverns were full because of March Madness. We finally settled on Starbucks on East Boulevard, even though my companion had his reservations because he doesn't drink coffee. Unfortunately, every other beatnik in town beat us to the punch and in the end, we had to call it an early night.

Epilogue: The moral of this tale is clothes do not make the man, or in this case the woman, but they sure do give people the right idea and open up a wealth of entertainment options in the fair city of Charlotte.