Here’s how things went downhill.

We saw the above banner about Dwayne Wade hosting a party at a nightclub. (It happened to be Hip Hop Weekend in South Beach while we were there, hence the party).

Thinking about Dwayne Wade made us think of Star Jones *shudders*  . . . thanks to those are-they-or-aren’t-they rumors.

Thinking about Star Jones whilst at the beach made us think about those scary paparazzi pictures we saw of her at the beach last year. 

Oh the humanity!

If we were alone, there’s no telling where this train of thought might have led. To panicked glances over the shoulder, for fear that a bathing-suited Star would show up? Wandering around to beach blankets aimlessly, muttering “Must. Erase. Mental. Image.”?

Luckily, The Bee was there to swim with us and keep us otherwise distracted. By the time we enjoyed dinner at the Delano’s Blue Door, the Star Jones episode faded from memory. It threatened to return when we ordered a dessert, but we stayed strong. Phew!

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