miami

irmagod. it’s finally over.

DSC00236.JPGThere’s nothing more irritating than the sound of a neighbor’s generator as you sit inside a four-bedroom sauna going on 48 hours. Now imagine that noise x3 because every house around you seemingly has a functioning generator except for you. *eyeroll*

That’s how I spent most of Hurricane Irma. At my parent’s house in Hialeah, the city infamously known for water, mud, and factories. They live in the nice part, but still. My family didn’t evacuate, because most Miamians never do – and we’re always criticized for it. I left the beach by force, because my parents, like many others, were convinced it was going to be submerged and I would sink with it. Thankfully nothing happened to my apartment, or most of Miami Beach for that matter, but we were lucky.

But want to know what really grinds my gears?! My apartment had power the ENTIRE time. The State of Florida went into panic mode on Tuesday convincing thousands of people to run for cover for a storm that showed up on Sunday. I basically could have enjoyed the comforts of unlimited Netflix, hot meals, and air conditioning for days on end while Irma did her thing outside. Instead, I was held hostage in Hialeah for what seemed like an eternity – a very hot and humid eternity.

My hostage situation did have some ups though. I got to finally finish How To Murder Your Life, which ironically, made me want to murder mine. I highly recommend it BTW. I also saved a bird’s life, or at least I tried. It’s the thought that counts right?

Thankfully, the worst is over. I went to my neighborhood beach spot on 17th & Collins as soon as I got back & was shocked at how empty and peaceful it looked. No beach chairs, no banner airplanes, no boats flashing giant ads on LED screens, no tourists, barely any locals. It was eerily beautiful. So I laid there for a few hours by myself soaking in the rare moment. I hope that everyone that survived the wrath of Irma in the Caribbean, the Keys, and the rest of Florida are able to recover quickly.

xo

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nostalgia is priceless.

pass.jpgThis week the stars aligned and I was lucky enough to find out about a Dashboard Confessional concert taking place minutes away from my house – and it was totally gratis.

Shoutout to Ford and Billboard for collaborating and throwing this amazing free event in one of my favorite local venues, the Miami Beach Fillmore. Ford Front Row was a four-part concert series that took different acts to four major cities including LA, NYC, Atlanta and Miami.

Miami’s show featured the Mowgli’s, a super fun band from LA who I also happened to have seen live at a dingy club during my time in Chicago. They were just as awesome as I remember, so I’m happy they’re moving on up and got to play a much cooler venue this time.

As for Dashboard, what is there to say other than SWOOOOOOON.

Chris Carrabba still wears his heart on his tattooed sleeve and I was loving every second of it. They played all the oldies. Literally, these songs were from 2001 and 2003. Then he introduced some new songs, which still had the same feel as the old stuff so I’m very much on board for this next album.

A little nostalgia on a Tuesday was just what I needed. My little emo heart is so full.

xo

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thirty.

I remember when 30 seemed like a lifetime away, but life comes at you fast & this month I celebrated just that. Is it socially acceptable to celebrate your birthday for an entire weekend when you’re 30? I just did & I highly recommend it!

My birthday weekend was fantastic and it led to so much reflection, but I won’t bore you with that. Cinco de Suzie started off with my favorite tacos & guac for obvious reasons & was followed by an amazingggg Tom Petty concert on Friday night. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see them live and in the flesh so I was pretty pumped about this. Shoutout to my aunt & her husband for hooking me up & feeding me alcohol all night!

Saturday was honestly so so so special. If you weren’t aware, I’m obsessed with rooftops, so I of course had to celebrate 30 on the only rooftop in Downtown Miami. I had a sunset soiree at Pawn Broker at the Langford Hotel, once of my favorite spots & it was PERFECT. It was everything I dreamed of (except I actually did have a dream about it like two days before and it was a complete NIGHTMARE, so this was actually way better haha). So many of my amazing friends came together under the perfect Miami sky to celebrate life, the music was ON POINT, there were bubble bath drinks! I truly had the best time. Did I mention I had the cutest effing mermaid cake on the planet? Pics below 🙂 Afterwards, a few of us went to Basement at The Edition Hotel and danced until 4am because, balance.

Sunday was filled with sunshine, moscow mules, inflatable unicorns, more tacos, and two of my favorite people.

30 is going to be great. I feel it in my bonessss.

While my 20’s were very much YOLO inspired, my 30’s are going to be about balance. I truly believe that’s the real key to happiness. Whether its balance in your career, your love life, or friendships – you can’t let any one thing consume you, and you also can’t neglect one without hurting the other. BALANCE. So live a little, love a lot, and laugh even more, because life’s too short to stress. Did I just become wiser? It must be thirty.

xo

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treat yo self.

Life can sometimes be stressful or hectic or both, which is why it’s important to treat yourself every now and then. I don’t mean that in a materialistic sense, but rather with experiences and lasting memories. Last week I treated myself – a lot. I was able to do some much needed recharging and self reflection that was so impactful that one week later I’m still thinking about how amazing it all was. I started my week off with sky wave yoga. If you’ve never been, prepare to have your mind blown…

1111 Vibes hosts sky wave yoga every first Monday of the month at the top of the 1111 garage on the corner of Alton & Lincoln. It was the most uplifting and spiritual experience I’ve been a part of in a while – and now I’m hooked. I’m not a yogi by any means, but I am a sucker for some hippie shit and between the sound bowls, the smell of burning sage, the cool breeze, and Jodina Carey – I was sold. I left class that night so cleansed and inspired with the biggest smile on my face and I can’t wait for the next one. I highly recommend it. No need to sign up. Just bring your own mat & $11.

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That Friday I decided to join some friends for moonlight gong meditation at The Standard. The class features the soothing sounds of a gong while you float in a pool. Needless to say, there wasn’t much convincing needed to get me to go. The session was awesome, but I probably won’t be going back until spring or summer time because (I can’t believe I’m saying this) it was too damn cold. Although the pool is heated, the breeze coming in from the bayside was a little much for me and due to uncontrollable shivering, I couldn’t fully enjoy it. The free pass to the spa did make up for it though, and I’ll definitely be going back.

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On Sunday I was on a cloud, but I wasn’t done treating myself. I needed more. Don’t judge me. A friend told me about Soothe so I downloaded it and basically had a personal massage therapist delivered to my home within the hour. Francisco was a magician, and he even brought hot towels with him. Download the app and use my code (NTXGD) to get $30 off your first massage. You’re welcome!

xo

That time I was on the Steve Harvey show..

About this time last year something crazy happened to me. I was living in Chicago and had set up a dating profile, because whatever it was 2015. Let me live. I can’t really remember which one exactly cause TBH I tried them all. This one particular day I was actually on my way to meet someone for the first time when I got a message from a girl. Normally I would laugh at these messages, but this one was different.

She said she worked for the Steve Harvey show and had gone through my profile and thought I’d be a perfect fit for one of their segments. She asked me to call her and the rest is history. I cancelled my date, submitted a video talking about my dating life and why I wanted Steve’s help, filled out an extremely long, slightly embarrassing and detailed questionnaire about myself and what I was looking for. I did two rounds of interviews with producers and then I was finally chosen!

Now before you judge with your judging eyes, I was a big fan of Steve’s dating books. I didn’t know what to expect from being a part of the show, but I honestly had nothing to lose. If a little TV magic could connect me with my very own McDreamy, then why not? I mean, ultimately I wanted this to turn into my own spinoff show on Bravo, but I’ll admit that was a little ambitious.

Nothing ever came out of my 15 minutes of fame, but it’s an experience I’ll never forget. They flew my friends up for the show and put us up in a swanky hotel for two nights. Steve never brought me back on the show or matched me with any guys. I’m still single, happy, and hoping something more thrilling than Netflix and chill dates will soon come my way. Life is good though. I’ve deleted all of my dating app cause I’m sorta hoping for that IRL kinda thing if you know what I mean 😉

my obsession with aerial yoga.

I want to start this post by thanking the dozens of girls who’ve asked me about aerial yoga because you’ve inspired me to start blogging again.

While I was living in Chicago I discovered Air and pretty much became obsessed. I’ve never enjoyed working out. I don’t even want to admit that I once signed up for a gym (that was directly next door to my apartment) and I never once stepped foot in it. NOT ONCE. #Shameful. I know. But there’s something about aerial yoga that just works for me. I’m not a yogi. In fact I’ve only done yoga once in my life and that was one week ago. So basically, if I can do it YOU can do it!

Air is AMAZING and I highly recommend trying it out if you live in Chicago, Charlotte, Denver, LA or even Anchorage, Alaska. Seriously though, how does ANCHORAGE have a studio and Miami doesn’t?! Anyway, their classes are incredible, the teachers are the absolute best & the entire brand is just amazing. I’m obsessed with everything Shama Patel has created (she’s the founder of Mud too – my favorite facial spa).

Since I moved back, I’ve been missing the adrenaline rush & the after effects I would feel from taking an Air class, but I was determined to find something to fill the void. Luckily, my #silksister Sandy also just relocated to Miami from Chicago and found The Zen Spot. Here is my honest review:

Maybe it’s the overall genuine “niceness” that I got used to in the Midwest, but my initial first impression of my teacher was well, #RUDE and I left there with the same thought.

However, being the zen master that I am, I got over it and enjoyed the class. It was a lot more relaxing than I was expecting, but it was a nice way to transition back into it. I haven’t done aerial since April! Overall, the class was much different from Air in the sense that the music was not upbeat and there wasn’t a cardio component. I didn’t break a sweat and didn’t need a sip of water and somehow this disappointed me. Who am I?! The class consisted of mostly yoga positions and a few inversions which I was happy about cause tbh I didn’t think the silks in that room were sturdy enough for tricks, but they were! I felt super loose and relaxed afterwards and can’t wait for my next class!

TIPS:

  •  Your first class is FREE. Just create an account and sign up!
  • There’s currently a Groupon with a pretty sweet deal on multiple classes. You’re welcome!
  • If you want to sign up with friends, keep in mind that there are only 8 spots so sign up early.
  • Bring your own yoga mat. No one tells you, but they charge you $2 to borrow a mat. #wack
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it’s the little things.

Lately a lot of people have asked me what I miss most about Miami & my answer always consists of mainly, “the weather, duh.” But each time I’m asked, it makes me really think about what I genuinely miss. I’ve never been the type to feel homesick so it’s hard for me to come up with a serious answer, but recently it finally hit me -like a ton of bricks while driving through the snow on I-90.

For two weeks I drove to work because quite honestly, I missed traffic. I miss sitting in traffic, yelling at people in Spanish to get out of my way. I miss using my hands to yell, “GOOO GUYYY” & “SERIOUSLY BRO?!” and other offensive things I won’t spell out here in case my parents read this. But I do. I miss driving around in my car listening to ghetto ass music on 103.5 in the morning, cause that was my shit and that’s how I liked to start my day.

I miss Publix because no matter what anyone tells you, no other grocery store in the world could ever compare –ever.

I miss having the option to buy churros or water from the viejitos on the street because now that I can’t, I want these things all the time.

I miss not thinking about what I was going to wear each day cause the temperature would never reach below 75 degrees. I miss not even knowing where my weather app was on my phone because I had no use for it. Today, I check it more than I check Facebook and it always makes me angry when I do. Every. Damn. Time.

I miss seeing my legs, because now I can only wear pants.

I miss that feeling of the sun burning my skin through my car window while driving. 

I miss seeing a box full of croquetas on Sunday mornings and having pan con bistec for dinner. It makes me sad not knowing when I will ever taste either one of those things again. 

I miss the unlimited amounts of Vita Coco I could drink while working at SpinHouse, cause now I never want to actually pay for it.

I miss lounging at the Shore Club with a drink in my hand and being able to float around with tourists who would come vacation in my backyard.

I miss never having to worry about parking, because not having a secured spot in your neighborhood causes an immense amount of anxiety.

I miss going to Flanny’s (in Hialeah, obvi) at whatever time of the day or night for the most delicious chicken philly on the planet and the cheapest drinks after 9 p.m.

I miss the feeling of a warm breeze on my skin and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. I never thought I could live somewhere that didn’t have these things but here I am, buying mango scented candles so that my tropical ass can feel some sort of normalcy –but I doesn’t work.

Recently, I was flipping through the radio stations on my way home I landed on a station that was playing my favorite salsa song EVER! It almost made me cry of happiness like Pharrell during his interview with Oprah. I just wanted to jump out of my car and bust into a rueda with myself in the middle of the snow.

So for everyone wondering, those are the things that I miss.

xo

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don’t drink and ride the CTA.

If I didn’t know what FOMO meant, this week I’ve learned the meaning. While I continue to freeze my ass off and wear more layers than humanly possible, my hometown peeps are frolicking around South Beach like a bunch of wild animals enjoying every #MMW & #WMC event possible. Can I even hashtag on here? IDGAF. Vogue just hashtagged on their cover.

But enough about Miami and all of its current gloriousness. Today was rough in the CHI.

For starters, I fell on my way to the bathroom this morning. FELL ON MY FACE. I fell because I tripped over a BOOT. A problem I have never had to encounter because wtf wears boots?! Not me, until now. It’s all I effing wear. Every. Damn. Day. BOOTS.

OVER IT.

Irregardless, I decided to walk out of my apartment with an open mind because today is Thursday and that means it’s practically Friday, which means FREEDOM. Except what I experienced shortly after going under ground was not freedom. Moments after entering my train stop I became trapped in the freaking spinning thing that lets me into the train terminal. How is this possible you ask? I have no idea, but it happened. IT HAPPENED TO ME. I was trapped in this tiny jail for about 60 seconds until someone else came up behind me and had to set me free. Que pena.

Then the work day passed and it was time for happy hour, which is my favorite hour for obvious reasons. Drink, drank, drunk, now it’s time to go home.

The only problem is, the moment you switch up my routine (and add alcohol) in a new city I GET LOST. All my life I’ve heard the dangers of drinking and driving. What they failed to teach me was the dangers of drinking and getting on the train…because it’s confusing as SHIT. Leave it to me to get on the wrong train and freak out with a nearly dying phone.

Sigh.

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it was all a dream.

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I’ve always considered myself a dreamer of sorts. But for as long as I could remember, whatever I genuinely wanted in life, I got. I’m not talking about materialistic bullshit. I’m talking about legit goals. So I guess I’m not a dreamer after all. I’m a doer.

The way I see it, if you want something with all of your being and you really, truly, firmly believe that you can have it and that you WILL have it, eventually you’ll have all of that and more. Trust me.

I swear it all starts with a vision. Once you believe that vision, the world is yours.

Contrary to popular belief, I’m moving to Chicago because it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to leave the comfort of the city that raised me and I’m a strong advocate of moving away and finding yourself. Although I’ve already done it once before for the most amazing two years of my life during college, this time things are different – much different.

For starters, IT’S FUCKING FREEZING IN CHICAGO for nine out of twelve months. If you know me, you know that:

1. I hate pants.

2. I would live & die in a bikini if I could.

3. I NEED the ocean and sunshine to survive.

So for me, this is a BIG deal.

But as I’ve come to realize (or maybe I’ll kick myself in the ass later for ever thinking this), gorgeous weather year-round isn’t everything. Now I know this may sound a bit emo but, when the place you’ve always called home starts to feel foreign to you & you feel a disconnect, it’s time to move on.

I’ve conquered this city. I’ve “LIVd” it up – ha! I’ve met a ton of amazing people, accomplished a lot of things I’m really proud of, and networked my little ass off so now it’s time for me to hit the road and conquer someplace else.

My advice to anyone wishing to make a change in their life is simple. YOU ARE NOT A TREE. If you don’t like the job you’re at, QUIT. If you’re unhappy in a relationship, LEAVE. If you’re always wanting something more from life or if obnoxious neighbors, a dog that irks the living shit out of you & the mad traffic on the Palmetto every day is driving you absolutely insane, MOVE.

It’s really that easy, sort of. Moving is an absolute bitch & moving out-of-state is no easy task but ANYONE can do it.

I hope you’ll stay tuned for my adventures in Chitown cause I predict a hilarious things to come. Do people there even call it Chitown or will I sound totally lame saying that? Whatevs, we will soon find out.

xo