A couple margaritas with a Shot of gran marnier in each certainly soothed my nerves before embarking on a 9-hour, transatlantic flight. Unfortunately, the cocktails also numbed the most important part of my central nervous system--the brain.

Max and I were walking through Dulles International yesterday when I spotted a man, who looked vaguley familiar to me.

"Hey!" I blurted out, just a tad louder than normal thanks, in part, to that last shot of liquid courage. "I KNOW you!"

The man paused, smiled wrily, but said nothing.

"Aren't you Joe's older brother Maceo from Franklin County?" I asked ever so certain I had this fellow pegged.

"Uh...no," he said walking away quickly and shaking his head ever slightly as if I had just said something inane and ridiculous.

Max looked mortified. "Diane, how could you not know who he was?!?"

"Huh?"

It was Taye Diggs.

And that, my friends, is how Diane Threw Her Groove Back.