The other night, The Real Housewives of New York City's Jill Zarin showed up at Caffe Abbracci in Coral Gables with an entourage of 10. The night before, actual (albeit ubiquitous, almost played out) celebrity with real talent LeBron James was there, quietly, with no entourage, no pomp, no circumstance, just having dinner almost like a normal person would. Hear that, Jill?
Then came E! reality show enigma Kendra Wilkinson, in town with a friend and assistant (because no reality show specimen is legit without an assistant to take care of important biz like texting and arranging where and when to pick up free crap). Wilkinson, who is 25 years old and has a ghost written memoir out already--eat it, Justin Bieber, was reportedly "sent" down here by her baller hubby Hank Baskett so she could "unwind" before the rigorous filming of the new season of her PBS after school special E! show.
And unwind she did, first at LIV Sunday night, where those who cared enough to recognize her amidst a sea of LIV's usual crowd of nuclear scientists and brain surgeons told us she was "raging." On Monday, Wilkinson had dinner at STK and then partied at Mokai with---wait for it---the equally stellar Kevin Federline and beleaguered music producer Scott Storch. Snooki? Forget about it. She's too A-list to join the mix. Even the Kardashians have packed up and left, trading Miami for NYC. Ah, Miami. The reality show cesspool formerly known as Heaven's Waiting Room has now become D-List heaven. Or hell, depending on how you look at it. As for us? We consider it celebrity Ambien. Thanks to Kathy Griffin, the D-List is the new A-List. As for some of these folks, well, they belong on the Zzzzzzzz-List.