The Meadows NYC

|  my favorite shot of the night, Bryson Tiller  |Girl friends are the best, I swear! Oli surprised me with tickets to The Meadows NYC concert that was being held at Citi Field, in Queens. We were supposed to meet at 2pm, and I kept the poor girl waiting an hour, well, we kept each other waiting. We were in two completely different meeting spots, and when we finally figured out the misunderstanding I see Oli waving me down to get into the train. That ride I was already a little annoyed because there were teenagers being reckless and inconsiderate to others around them. I think that should have been my first clue.

This was the second day of the festival and Oli tells me that’s the event space is way more packed than the day before, the first day.I don’t doubt it, especially since Kanye West is headlining. I check Twitter and I see tweets like, ” there’s more kids here with braces, than there was in middle school.”Yes, yes, I agree with you 100%, there. There were teenagers everywhere. I actually felt old. I’m lying..just a little bit. I did feel old, but not because of all the kids, because my kneees started to kill me after after a couple of hours of standing. Two years and 5 months until I’m thirty, say whaaaaat!? 

I had one goal, and goal only, we’ll either than having fun of course, I wanted to get the best shots I possibly could. This task was a bit a difficult. My go to camera for everything is always my Sony a6000, but when it comes to festivals and concerts I have a really old Sony DSC, that I adore. When I say old, I mean like 5 years since I first got this baby. I was going to sell her at one point, and I’m so glad I decided not to. I never took care of her, she’s dusty and nasty scratches on the lens. Though I should get that fixed, it doesn’t bother me much when I do decided to take her out of hibernation. The super zoom on this camera is amazed balls, which came in handy for almost every performer that got on stage, like Bryson Tiller (my favorite shot of the night), Mac Miller, Kygo, 1975, Kanye, and Chance the Rapper. Anybody who stood behind me while zooming in, I heard an automatic “omg, that zoom is amazing” So glad I put this puppy to good use.Anyway, either than the crowd being younger than usual, everyone, and when I say everyone I mean the ladies, we’re all looking pretty cute. Beat faces, almost everyone had a criss-cross top, and I even saw some girls wearing heels. Negative! I was not that person today. I threw on some sweat pants and a matching grey sweatshirt and called it a day. I looked like a boy, and I was perfectly okay with that. I haven’t really been in the mood to look “cute” so this festival was going to take it or leave it.

Oli was starving, and she made a bee lies straight to the Mexican spot, ordered a chicken burrito while I ran off to get us some beers. I hear some kids asking around if anyone was over 21 to get them some as well…

We met up with an incredibly easy to get along with duo, Chavonne and BB, college friends of Oli. They were absolutely hilarious and down to earth. I love meeting new people with great energy.I think we all know what the great attraction Kanye West is. This was my third time seeing him perform. Once at Bonnaroo 2014 and Summer Jam, and he didn’t dissapoint. Well, he did, but we’ll get to that later. His crowd was out of control, no other stage had this amount of people. Anybody who was at festival, was automatically in front of that main stage, waiting for Yeezy to come at 8:15pm. HA! Like that was going to happen. The girls and I started making bets on what time he’ll come out in stage, I guess 845pm and was the closest of the bunch, that me giving him the benefit of the doubt. We all know Pablo keeps us waiting.

His set was on point, and I have to say one of my favorites so far. I found him to be dismissing and insulting to his fans in previous shows. Something that gave me negative reaction towards him, how could you be so cold towards your fans, your supporters, the crowd that hypes you up to be what you have grown to be?  I’m glad that wasn’t the case here. He was pumped up, livid and was making a hell of an appearance. The crowd sang and rapped his lyrics as if they were nursery rhymes you’ve been hearing all your life. I kept trying to get a bit closer to get better shots of him, but believe me when I say, it was not happening. The crowd was large, and I was far. If you know anything about festivals, you know not to enter the pit of madness unless you’re ready to commit and go ALL IN.

We’re all already hyped up, the intro to Heartless starts to play, and suddenly the music stops. Kanye speaks in to the mic “I’m sorry, family emergency, I have to stop the show.” There were face sof confusion an danger everywhere. Nobody knew what was going, Kanye ran off stage, and shortly after someone announces that there will be a ten minute intermission, to see what they could do to get K to come back on stage. Less than a minute later, the same guy is back on to announce Kanye has left, and the show will now be over.Everyone  was stunped, many thought it was a joke, we didn’t know what was going on. Soon enough we gave up, and the mob of disappointed fans kept trying to make an exit. It’s not like any of us had any service to find out what was happening. We all wanted to check Twitter to investigate.

Turns out, Kim Kardashian, his wife, in case some of you reading this are not into hip hop, was tied up and robbed at gun point while her Fashion Week stay in Paris. Men dressed as policeman, stole ten million worth in jewelry, including her new ring given by hubby.

I’m not one to get crazy about celebrity news, especially for someone who is mostly known for assets. But knowing someone tied you up, and threw you in a bathtub, and you have no idea what is going on, must be terrifying. According to reports she thought she was going to get raped. And I don’t blame her for thinking that. I’m hoping that’s not the case, and if it did happen and she’s not saying anything to the media, my prayers are with her and her family in this time of need. Celebrity or not. Something that traumatizing can cause so much mental harm.   

Non the less, I had a wonderful time, and I of course will do it again in a heartbeat, sweatpants and all. Thank you Oli.  Also, check out the quick little gif us below, taken at a photo installment, It’s eight different pictures taken at the same time to cause movement! So cool. See you guys soon!

love, minxinx

Paris | Take Me To The Top Baby

Take me to the the top baby— top of the Eiffel Tour that is, as the french call it “Tour de Eiffel”.

We’ve visiting the sights at night, and how glorious it was, this time it was time to catch a view from above and we were all excited. We made the long ass line and when we reached the front we had to go through security twice. I guess all the fuss is necessary after all the attacks a few months ago.
We rode the elevator to the first stop, it was freezing, the wind was making an appearance, and I kept hiding behind all the pillars I saw. We were all going bat shit crazy running around. The view was foggy, everything looked tiny, and seeing the landscape of Paris in all it’s intricate ways was just speechless.

Time to hit the next level,back to the elevator.

We were higher, and this time we in a closed space, I noticed a set of stairs and made my way to the top..the very tip top of the Eiffel Tower. What a fucking view!

A view and the cold… I was shivering.

I spotted a bartender and with the last of my euros, I purchased two flutes of champagne, one for me and my beau. He looked surprised, we toasted and like any latinos…. we made the most of it.

I turned the music on on my phone, played a bachata song and what do you know, Dominicans in Paris! We danced a quick song and then ran away from the cold.
Our nights in Paris have been numbered, I left our host Estelle a little goodbye note and we were off to the airport!


Paris|Every Hour on the Hour

Time to wake up early, instead of heading out, we decided to stay in for a nice breakfast. Fitgi and Ramon picked us up a baguette and some cheese, while I cooked up some eggs and set up the table. I love how bright our flat is, and I loooove when you just sit around and heave a meal with loved ones—together.
The goal for today, visit Notre Dame. Nikki has been boss about coming up with an itinerary for this trip, and even though we haven’t followed everything to the dot, we pretty much tried our best to keep up on schedule. Notre Dame was beautiful, before we even got inside there were packs of tourists everywhere. Everyone taking their selfies.

I got sidetracked with a tour guide who was so animated with his speech. He made learning fun, something I never got while I was in school. He spoke about Napoleon’s honoring for empire, how he basically dissed the pope right in front of everyone.  Bad ass.

The interior was stunning, the stain glass windows, the altars. I lit a candle in honor of my cousin Jasmine and said a little prayer for her. Knowing that she’s in a better place now, watching over me and everyone else in my family. ( I actually learned that one of her cousin’s recently visited the Notre Dame as well, and lit up a candle for her as well… 2 for 2, go Jas!)

After the church, and no, there was no hunchback, we walked in to a tiny little bookshop. It was so cozy and unfortunately we weren’t allowed to take pictures. Not that it stopped Nikki from taking a few anyway.

Now that it’s dark outside, there was no choice but to visit the infamous Eiffel Tower, or as the french, Tour de Eiffel. It was marvelous in all it’s glory. We got there right on time. Many people don’t know this, but the’re a light show every hour on the hour. It was dark and the lights just made everything so magical, I almost forgot how cold it was.

Paris | Sad Kind of Beautiful

Well, Hello France!

Surprisingly enough finding our apartment  wasn’t difficult. Thanks to Estelle, our host, who left instructions on how to arrive. We took the RER-B (the train) to Châtelet-les-Halles, were we jumped on the 11 and got off at Goncourt. The metro was pretty simple, just like the trains of NYC, there are signs and arrows leading you. Once we left the train it was almost 3 blocks away. The apartment is nice and bright, and I’m glad I had all the instructions and codes to get inside, especially since we got here earlier than our check in time.

Estelle has left a welcoming note,there’s orange juice in the fridge and a bottle of red wine in the counter just waiting for us. Thank you!

We’re all exhausted, hungry and just waiting to jump in the shower, wash our asses. The men keep cracking up because the shower is so much smaller than we’re used to and they look humongous inside of it.

It’s time to get breakfast and it’s also time to bundle up. It’s cold and drizzling here, now what should we eat?

I ordered croque madame, with grilled ham, cheese and a fried egg. I ordered a potato soup that was delicious and everyone started dipping their bread into it. Café Bonne Biére was warm and toasty. We strolled through the streets to visit our first museum.

Centre Pompidou, the outside looked like the bones of the building. Pipes everywhere. Inside there were sculptures and paintings everywhere. Pablo Picasso being one of the infamous and many others, some more disturbing than others.

It was raining, and even though it was wet and cold, from how high I was, the view was beautiful. I’m glad I packed about 3 pairs of glasses with me, because without them, I wouldn’t be able to take in everything.

After we got back to our flat, we noticed that the cafe we munched on earlier, was the same one that was the first target of the shootings a few months ago. The Paris attacks reflected in monuments full of flowers, candles and memorials. It was a sad kind of beautiful. 


Notice: Away On Vacation

As you all sure know by now, I’m currently leaving on a mini vacation, don’t worry, that only means I’ll have many stories to tell once I get back. In the meantime, I’ll leave you guys with a few links to hold you down until I return.

Can’t wait to share my experiences with you guys.

Muchos besos

, M

Mood Board No.11: The Countdown to Paris

I feel like I’ve been talking about my trip to Paris a little too much, maybe it’s because I’m so excited about it. I’ve never left the country before (I’m not counting Santo Domingo) and maybe it’s just more of a realization that my life long goals of traveling the world is coming true. Yes, this may just be step one, but it’s better than no steps at all.

There’s 5 weeks left and the countdown has started. First of all there’s a shit load of laundry that I need to get done, especially since my lazy ass rather go shopping than cleaning the perfectly good clothes I already have. That way, when I get to packing I can see what I want to over stuff my carrier with.

I know there’s no way in hell I’m going to be learning French in such a small amount of time. I think as long as I have the main phrases maybe I can just be polite the whole time there. So I have my merci, bonjour, enchanté and s’il vous plait, on rotation on the big old brain of mine. Just because I don’t understand, it doesn’t mean I have to be dick while I’m there. Plus, Google translate will be my best friend the whole time I’m there.

I’ve recently just started to do a little of historic homework as well. I know we all know The Eiffel Tower and The Arc de Triomphe, but do we really know the significance as to why they’re so important? I don’t want to get there and just be at awe of how pretty it is, I want to understand it’s influence.

Well, I’ll pause my rant for now…  I haven’t even gotten started on my research for Madrid. I think the language being spanish makes me a little more comfortable, knowing that I’ll be able to read directions and such, but we’ll get in to that soon enough. Later guys!

Jaqueline’s Bubbly

I don’t understand why I keep getting scheduled to work the shittiest hours. I came to work for a simple 4 hour shift, what a waste of my time, and whats worse, it cut my day in half, so I arrived at  5pm to leave at 9…boooo…

Best thing about today was, that I had my Nikki baby waiting for me to get home. It’s girl night, and she arrived with a bottle of Rose, named Jaqueline. So of course, we did what girls do best, sip and talk about boys. Yes, of course we catch up with work, school, and that other stuff, but let’s face it, sex is the most interesting topic of them all.

It didn’t take long for us to start squirming and getting all excited because our Paris trip has just been decided. And yes, this is going to be a group trip, most of us haven’t left the country so …. aaaaah, super excited!

Nikki and I started looking at places to rent out, and what we want to do, what we want to see. Ugh, there’s so much to plan, and even much  more to save. Right now, most of us have already purchased our one way ticket there, so let’s see how we’re getting back!

I looked through all of my empty shoe boxes to finally find what I was looking for. Nikki and I ended our night reminiscing on old high school photos. Laughing at skinny we are were, and what the hell were we thinking in wearing that.

What kills me, is that Nikki and I live so damn close to each other, we’re going to have more often, even if I have to drag her out of her house to do so. (love ya!)