Inside the small restaurant, Jackie Chan personally welcomes me. He offers his hand and says, "Thanks for coming!" How cool is that? He seems to be feeling quite good, and I congratulate him on a "kick-ass" movie before moving on to the buffet line that's loaded with high-end dishes like huge half-lobsters! I opt for garlicky bean thread, a tangy red beet salad, and flaky egg tarts. The wine is supposed to be really good, too, but I get water.

The room has six tables with maybe eight chairs at each, and it's much mellower than the Palladium. Kicking back in an elegant room with Jackie's friends and eating gourmet food is way better than eating slop served by hack catering service lackeys in a dark room full of phonies and trying to talk over music that's played way too loud. But eventually Daniel goes outside with Terence to chat up the party girls and even Dan is feeling nice and talking to some girls. And what else can I say to Jackie Chan, Willie Chan, and Solonso but "Nice movie and thanks for the food"? So I excuse myself at two o'clock to get some sleep.

The next morning, I have lunch with Daniel before he drives his bright yellow Honda to the airport. He says that everyone left Joss about 20 minutes after I took off, and that he went to Brett Rattner's pad for an after-after-after-party. Apparently, Brett lives right across the street from Jackie's house and his place has a full-on disco in the basement with turntables and video cameras. He saw tapes of parties from the '70s that looked like outtakes from Boogie Nights! No, there were no hookers or massive dope consumption during the night he was there, but Daniel wonders what he was doing up so early after partying until 5:00 in the morning. It sounds like a good time to me, but I'm glad I went home when I did because I wouldn't have gone to a stranger's home at that hour anyway.