Unfortunately, I couldn’t make Amy-Kate and Jalene’s Bellydancing extravaganza.

But on Friday night, as I was driving down Broadway, I caught a few moments of Streetbeat, grinding their schtick into the brick in front of U.S. Bank, before a crowd of happy gawkers.

Despite their championship title, and the light rain falling, the Streetbeat freaks were working it as hard as ever.

That, my friends, is a sign of true stardom.

But damn, those boys are nasty. (Is there anything they won’t lick or hump?)