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Bae…To me the word just means Bacon And Eggs, but to the rest of the Millennial’s out there it’s a term of loving endearment. Where are the days when you had a boyfriend, girlfriend, or significant other???? Well I guess those day’s are long gone away with the Tamogotchi’s and Pogs. According to www.Urbandictionary.com Bae means “Before Anyone Else”. Now I personally don’t think I will ever get down with the B word, but it has taken the nation by storm.

With the breakdown of Bae being stated above, now we can get down and dirty about BAEwatch. In most places summer time is a time to be single, fun loving, and free. In South Florida summer time is the designated point of the year where you are expected to find the hottest Bae around. In other parts of the country the winter time is usually when relationships are forged. Instead of us South Floridians sharing hot chocolate’s with our mates and binge rally watching Netflix cuddled up by a fire, we kind of tilt the game on its side. We would rather take Instagram pictures in bikinis while sharing a Fat Tuesday’s 190 Octane. Nothing is better than standing next to someone equally or hotter than you and knowing you and your mate are killing the game.

Summer is when dudes and chicks are hardcore hitting the gym, getting tans, and swiping right on Tinder until their index finger is sore. Every night seems to turn into BAEwatch. Until we are satisfied with the prospects we have found we will date multiple people at once, and try to file down our options. Your local bars become hunting grounds, your friends become the competition, and your self confidence turns into a lethal weapon. BAEwatch is the name of the game and the way of the Summer season in South Florida. So as Summer starts to creep around our corner, I wish that the odds are ever in your favor and you find the finest Bae to be seen and spotted with. Until then happy hunting, be mindful of your selfies, and just remember always blend your contour (dudes love some fierce cheekbones)!

Happy Mothers Day to all the Mama’s out there, as well as a glorious Sunday Funday! So in the past few weeks my blog, Facebook, and Instagram has been flooded with messages and emails asking me about how I get my hair in the perfect Beach Babe Wave. Now don’t let me fool you I do not spend every single day by the pool or beach (even though it totally seems like I do). My hair has a natural wave to it, but just like every other chick out there I have a specific regime to getting my hair into those Bitchin Beach Waves. Well, I am ready to divulge my secrets and steps, hopefully I help you ladies get the perfect effortless Mischa Barton (I’m talking about Mischa Barton circa hot and sexy O.C. Marissa, not hotmess present day Mischa Barton) Beach Wave!

1. Start out by washing your hair with Herbal Essences Naked 0% Volume Enhancing Shampoo. You can get Herbal Essences at any grocery or drug store. Give a hardcore scrub, dont be shy either with the amount of shampoo you use. Let the Shampoo sit in your hair for a hot ass minutes while you wash all of your other parts and then rinse it out.
2. Skip conditioner all together because it will just leave your hair oily and heavy. You wont achieve the same bounce if you use conditioner. Less is more, so just skip it ladies.
3. Once out of the shower wrap your hair in a towel, preferably a turban twist so that you can look like a Persian Princess. Leave your hair in the turban while you wash your face, apply moisturizer, or whatever else feels right to do in a turban.
4. After about 5 minutes of turban towel time unwrap your hair and spray a very liberal amount of N.4 Lumiere D’ Hiver Super Comb Prep and Spray all over your head. This product can be found on www.Birchbox.com . After you have sprayed the product from roots to tips just use an old school Detangling Comb and comb out all of your hair. Pick a direction in which to part your hair (I always go down the middle unless I’m feeling a little spicy and then I like to hang to the right).
5. Now your hair should smell like a pile of exotic flowers, be super shiny and detangled. Wrap your hair into a little Cinnamon Roll Bun at the base of your neck. Secure the bun with a Banana Clip. If you don’t know what a Banana Clip is than you are too young and shouldn’t even be reading this.
6. Last step! Once 45 minutes has passed release your hair from the Cinnamon Roll Bun. Flip over shake it out and just be amazed at how badass your hair looks!

I hope I helped answer everyone’s questions and brought you one step closer to the ultimate Bitchin Beach Wave!

Happy Monday to all! Tomorrow is one of my favorite drinking holidays of all time, CINCO DE MAYO!!!! I’m sure my readers have gotten the gist by now that I love nothing more than a holiday that is designed for partying! I have no idea what Cinco De Mayo represents, but I do know that I am very skilled at consuming Coronas and wearing a Sombrero. Yes yes yes…I know, I must sound like some kind of American asshole for not knowing exactly what I am celebrating, but hey at least I embrace my skill for being an asshole. Hey listen, props to anyone who knows what Cinco De Mayo is all about…I’m just not one of those people.

Cinco De Mayo in the suburbs of South Florida is a big deal! Seeing as that we have an over saturation of hometown bars, Mexican restaurants, and rowdy ass twenty somethings! I will lead you towards the best and most effective ways to have the perfect boozey nacho filled Cinco De Mayo you have ever had!

Cinco De Mayo Instruciones (and yes I just dropped some Spanish on your ass)

1.  Use the day before Cinco De Mayo to search which restaurants or bars have the best beer or Margarita specials. Most bars do Margarita and Corona deals, so look out for those!
2. Pick your crew wisely, make sure you have a willing DD. Once you figure out who your DD is provide and pay for all of the nachos, tacos, burritos, and fajita’s that their little sober heart could desire.
3. Don’t limit yourself to one spot! I always try to hit a couple places on Cinco De Mayo because there are just so many specials and deals! I suggest going to one place for food and ending your night at a bar.
4. Tequila or Beer…Pick one! There is no bigger mistake than mixing all that is Mexican on Cinco De Mayo. Just because Corona and Tequila come from the same nation, does not mean you should be mixing the two. I know it seems like a serious commitment, but trust me you’ll thank me later when you aren’t vomiting into your Sombrero.
5. Don’t be afraid to munch out! Take advantage of this magical Mexican holiday by eating! Most times I would never stress the whole consuming carbs deal, but Cinco De Mayo is a special day. Mexican food rules, and what better way to pay homage to Mexico than eating as many Nachos as you can handle.
6. Yell ARIBA as many times as you feel necessary! Listen if you guys are anything like me yelling some sort of phrase or word prior to taking a shot is a must (must be my inner Viking Princess). So do like Speedy Gonzalez and give a good ARIBA from the gut whenever you feel it necessary!

I hope everyone gets down on some awesome drink specials tomorrow and enjoys their Cinco De Mayo to the fullest. <3

I’m finally back from Texas, and even better news my blog is now running to its full capabilities! For the past week I was experiencing some technical glitches that were preventing me from posting. Now that all of that has been worked out, let the good times roll.

Being in Texas this past weekend opened my eyes to some things. The reason I went was to celebrate my best friend of thirteen years engagement to her amazing fiance. I was over the moon to finally be someones Maid Of Honor, and just loved every second of being with my best friend for such a milestone occasion. The engagement party was 100%  flawless. The decor was romantic, The music was fun, and the food was to die for! I mean who wouldn’t like PB&J Foi Gras bites and Lobster CornDogs?

To watch my best friend be such a gracious host and see her in love the way she is, truly opened up my mind to a few things. Being in your 20’s is a time of change. I’m not talking about changing up the way you do your eyebrows or changing your regular cocktail from Vodka to Bourbon. I am talking about real life turning points; marriage, pregnancy, career shifts. Recently I have seen within myself some change. I went from a party every night kind of girl to a girl who really appreciates being at home. I went from sleeping late and waking up with hangovers to going to bed at a reasonable hour and waking up to go running.

Now my minor changes seem like nothing compared to getting engaged and committing my entire life to another person. But after this trip I too could possibly see myself in the position of my best friend. A couple of years ago I couldn’t even picture myself in a relationship. This weekend showed me that you don’t have to change your authenticity to welcome in happiness. My best friend has shown me that you can stay exactly who you are while welcoming beautiful change into your life. I am so blessed and lucky to have been an important part in her weekend.

Little does my best friend know she helped me more than I helped her. As I zipped her up in her perfect Alice & Olivia lace two piece outfit and buckled her gorgeous nude patent leather Jimmy Choo’s something clicked inside of me. One day she will be doing the same for me (hopefully I will look half as fabulous as she did). I am growing up and starting to recognize it. The gift of a long term friendship is being able to accept change within each other. We went from eating Cheetos in bed while watching American Idol, to being 25 and sitting in a makeup artists chair deciding our makeup strategies for an engagement party. Growth is good, and change should be embraced! One day it will be my time and this weekend helped me accept that no matter how much growth and experience I come across, the ones I love will always be there.

Happy Hump Day readers! Today we are talking about the thing I hate to love the most, my forever obsession, and my number one go-to selfie time of year…bikini season! Now if anyone is like me I know exactly when all of my favorite stores get their new swim suits in, I even track when all of the drug stores stock their tanning oil. Yes, this may seem kind of extreme and borderline obsessive compulsive but everyone has their quirks.

But of course before you cant start browsing the bikini racks and loading up on Australian Gold, your bikini bod must be on point. For the past month I have totally immersed myself in a strict workout regime and diet. I know I talk a lot about confidence and not worrying about others opinions, but my obsessiveness over my appearance in a bikini is a different beast of its own.

For me nothing makes me feel better on the inside than the way I look in a bikini on the outside. Like most chicks in South Florida the moment April hits I put down the late night Colombian food and pick up my waist trainer. From the moment I wake up in the morning I am out running on the golf course. I ogle myself in the mirror critiquing every body part, every jiggle, and every curve. I assess the damage I made in the winter and make my battle plan to correct myself. This all may seem very shallow and hyper critical, but it makes me feel good.

To me feeling good is completing a goal you have set your mind and body to. When May first rolls around I know that I will look the best I can. The key to staying focused on completing a goal is just that…focus. Nothing is better than feeling good, and if looking on point in a bikini is what makes me feel good, than that is exactly what I focus on.

With April nearing its middle half, I can confidently say I am halfway to my goal. No, I will never look like a Victoria Secret Angel, but I will look like the best Alexis Lee I can be. I may have used today as a platform for hungry belly sore muscle venting, but it just goes to show sticking with your goals keeps you on track.

Happy Monday readers! Hopefully, everyone had a great weekend and your Monday isn’t too rough! I have been absent for the past week, and the reason why is shocking. Ladies and gentlemen I have done something I have vowed never to let happen, I let my personal life interfere with my creative process. Now I am sure this seems a little vexing, but let me explain… When I write these posts it might seem like they are directly linked to my personal life; but partying, drinking, wearing fabulous outfits, and being at every social event is hardly what I would describe my personal life to be.

I am someone who truly enjoys the pleasures of their home. I can sit and watch endless hours of Netflix, walk around my house in a hoodie with no pants on, drink more bottles of Evian than the population of France, but moreover and more importantly I like boys just as much as any warm blooded 25 year old girl(unless you like chicks, and if you do, this post will assist you as well…different gender same bullshit). Recently a certain dude shimmed himself into my personal life, my inner circle(and no one just traipses into my inner circle) , and possibly stuck a wee teeny itty bitty piece of his baby toe into my heart. With all of that being said I felt like my writers judgement was totally clouded. I was so busy checking my Snapchat, responding to his texts, and just wondering what he was doing. I couldn’t string a cohesive sentence together, let alone sit at my computer and expect some glorious result from myself.

I am a girl who is not used to being smitten. I like to consider myself “jaded” and “experienced”, but sometimes you meet someone that kind of throws you off your normal. This is exactly what I experienced with this “man friend”. Obviously these are all feelings I have had before, but I was feeling all of this with no formal ownership over whatever our relationship represents. This is not something I was familiar with, so here comes the lesson kids.

I decided to take a week off and reevaluate what I write about…I write about problems; problems that I specifically experience. The whole point of this blog is finding solutions to all of these problems. After a week of contemplating this I decided it’s time to address not having a title with someone, but still feeling fiercely about them. This person I referred to earlier in this post will be called “The Infiltrator”.

The Infiltrator taught me an invaluable lesson. You don’t “need” a title; yes having a title gives you a concrete basis on what you and another person have. But sometimes it is nice to just be…not feeling like you have to report to anyone at anytime, remembering that you don’t HAVE TO hang out with them, not putting on aires in front of people to reaffirm in public the status of your relationship. These are all pressures I am too familiar with and The Infiltrator made these things a total non issue. I have learned you need to take things day by day, live in the moment instead of 20 moments ahead. Enjoy the time you’re with someone instead of stressing out on what it COULD be. Focus on every second that is present, do not dwell on past relationships and experiences. Hopefully I have helped you guys understand that you dont NEED to be in a relationship, you just NEED to be happy with your life. So people, if you are just talking to someone and you aren’t sure if it will get taken to the next level, don’t stress. Ride the ride, be the moment, let yourself laugh, get your butt touched, kiss without committing your heart, hug like it might be the last time you see them. Just be present and in the moment, you may never have a title but you will always have the moment. And to The Infiltrator who helped me see things in a different light, thanks <3 .

Happy Hump Day lovers! Finally back by popular demand…the Mid-Week Music Mashup!!!! What a perfect week to bring it back, seeing as that Miami Music Week is just around the corner. I don’t know about you guys but my Miami Music Week roster is filled with pool parties in south beach and late night romps through all of the hottest clubs in Miami.

With that being said Trauma has cooked up a special Progressive Trance track just for your ears on this lovely Wednesday. It’s a chill beat filled with fluid movement and sentimental lyrics. Now we all know I’m not one for romance, love, or anything emotional; but this track even caught me right in the feels. It is a perfect reprieve from the bangers you guys are used to. The perfect way to enter into Miami Music Week! Ladies and gentlemen please clear your head and open your ears to this EDM gem!

Finally, the conclusion of The Hotmess Express Vacation Series! So after six days of clubbing, pool parties, and schmoozing in Las Vegas it was time to board the red eye back to South Florida. Within six hours of being back home I had to unpack my Las Vegas luggage and repack a quick carry on. This was not your ordinary carry on; it had magnums of Grey Goose (those weren’t the only magnums I packed), an exceptionally large beer funnel, and plenty of Fat Tuesday sports bottles. Yes, you guys guessed it… I was headed to my best friend’s 21st birthday weekend.

We decided to stay at the Atlantic Resort and Spa in Ft. Lauderdale beach. The hotel had just enough class without feeling stuffy, it was the perfect setting for what was about to go down. It all started with my best friend and I setting up the room for our friends. We had to chill the Champagne and vodka, lay towels underneath door jams, and hang all of our clothes up.

At around 3:00 in the afternoon we had over 16 people in my best friend’s 2 bedroom suite. The vodka was flowing, the birthday girl was taking shots, pizza was being eaten in secret corners (because no one likes sharing their drunk pizza), and ice was on a rapid delivery service. I made BFF with our ice delivery boy, Icebox Joe and he made sure the buckets were being delivered by the truckload.

By 10:00 in the evening the craziness ensued. My best friend and I got in one of our famous fights. In front of everyone wielding large cocktails and very hot straightening irons, we stood screaming at each other. If we weren’t involved in the argument we totally would have been gossiping about our own behavior for a month. So after we had our diva infused Kourtney and Kim battle, we obviously kissed and made up (because aint nobody got time for that). We were even more happy to give our friends some entertainment, because we already knew the fight would fuel the gossip throughout the night and secretly we both love when people talk shit about us…total sickos.

11:30 rolls around we all take our last shots in the hotel room and head out to Americas Backyard. Sadly my best friend turned 21 in the car, but with the windows down and enough obnoxious screaming and yelling it worked out (yes, of course we had a DD). We glided right into the bar where all of our friend’s were and drank and danced the night away. Before we knew it 2 bars later, infinite shots, and many collected phone numbers we decided it was time to go.

The next morning we were missing one soldier who will remain nameless. Apparently I accidentally locked him out of the room, but god bless my friends and how understanding they are. My friend ended up sleeping in the hallway, but moseyed on back to the room at around 9:00 AM. The next activity was brunch filled with bottomless mimosas, fried chicken, and biscuits. It was a great weekend and even better because I got to spend an incredible milestone with my best friend. If you’re reading this “Brother” I hope it was the birthday you have been dreaming of for the past 3 years!

All in all my eight day bi-coastal adventure was one of the best vacations I have ever taken and I’m so lucky I could record it all right here! Hope you guys enjoyed the series and picked up some great party tips along the way.

REMEMBER PEOPLE:

1. ALWAYS GET VIP

2. ALWAYS TALK TO STRANGERS

3. NEVER SHARE YOUR DRUNK PIZZA

4. ALWAYS TIP ICEBOX JOE

5. NEVER LOCK YOUR FRIENDS OUT OF THE HOTEL ROOM

<3

Good afternoon Lovebugs and a happy Ladies Night to all! Now, this will be my last post covering my West Coast adventure. In the next one we will be swinging back over to the East Side for the conclusion of The Hotmess Express Vacation Series.

When in Las Vegas there is really only one name you gotta know; Dom Morra. Dom is my personal VIP clubbing concierge. If you don’t know what that is lemme break it down for you; A VIP club concierge is someone who arranges all of your nightlife plans, reserves your table, orders your bottles, and is committed to making your experience on of the best you’ve ever had. Dom has been taking care of me now for two years, and I really don’t think there is anyone better in the Las Vegas nightlife game.

You know you have the perfect VIP club concierge when he takes you solo to any club you can think of. My first night in Vegas was totally planned days before my plane ever took off, all thanks to Dom. He whisked me away to Club XS with a bunch of clients and the night was seamless. If you guys have never been to Club XS I suggest you put it on your night life bucket list! It is located at The Wynn Hotel & Casino and is one of the premiere clubs in Las Vegas. Every time you turn your head you’re bound to see a famous model, reality star, or internationally renowned DJ.

From not even having to glance at a line, to being escorted into Club XS with a full security detail, the night began with a flawless entrance. Dom then escorted us to our VIP booth. This was not your run of the mill VIP booth. It was on the second tier of the club and had total security and body guard coverage in every corner.

A sexy little kitten dropped off multiple bottles of Grey Goose and Dom Perignon. I claimed my spot dead center in the booth and allowed our gorgeous scantily clad bottle service girl pour me my drinks. I was in my element; every couple of minutes Dom Morra made sure I was okay and offered me anything and everything I could have needed to enhance my night.

Towards the middle of the evening Flosstradamus took to the decks and blew everyone away. Seeing one of your favorite DJ’s in such a setting of luxury, class, and opulence is a real treat. I met fabulous people, exchanged numbers with some heavy hitters, and overall had one of my best nights ever in Las Vegas.

This was all thanks to Dom Morra, my more than exceptional VIP club concierge! Hey Dom if your reading this get ready for me in the Summer!

P.S. If anyone needs to contact Dom Morra for any of their Las Vegas partying needs this is his Facebook page and phone number!

Dom Morra

(310) 998-7490

https://www.facebook.com/dom.morra?fref=ts

So yesterday, I left you guys off at arriving at a private two story penthouse party. Now, I am from Miami and it is kind of hard to impress me. Nightlife is my thing; I eat, sleep, and breathe a good party. Now when I tell you my socks were knocked off by this party, it’s really telling you something.

As I walked up to this penthouse party I had to provide a private invitation to two very large bouncers. After procuring my golden ticket from inside my Louis clutch, I was in. I was immediately greeted with a delicious mixed vodka cocktail from a gorgeous naked woman (anyone who knows me, understands that I love me some gratuitous nudity). As I trekked through the party gorgeous GoGo dancers caught my eye. Beautiful floral arrangements were bursting from every corner and crevice. At every turn someone was urging champagne into my more than welcoming hands.

Once I finished my first cocktail another gorgeous scantily clad male model magically made an0other one appear in my hand. As I explored, schmoozed, and walked around I noticed the balcony. Now this was not your run of the mill balcony. It was a two tiered stacked balcony that cantilevered out from the penthouse. The views were breathtaking along with all of the gorgeous men surrounding me.

Since I ended up at this party totally solo, I was really able to take things in. Focus on how they do it in Las Vegas, I figured out that opulence is key! My senses have never been so overwhelmed with so much beauty and excess. After I got my fill of rich men, gorgeous women, and delicious cocktails, I decided to get myself a town car and book it back to my suite. With my feet throbbing, my ears ringing, and my eyes not accustomed to so much artificial light; I was done for the night.

I learned something while at that party, more is always better. Maybe not in any other aspect of life, but when throwing a party I must beg to differ. When throwing a party you must embrace the excess and throw moderation right out of the penthouse window!

Stay tuned ladies and gents; for tomorrow I have more adventures and experiences to share from my bi-coastal adventure!

P.S. If you couldn’t figure out by reading this entry; yes I was totally in The Real World Suite ;). What 25 year old girl didn’t ever dream of partying where the famous third night jacuzzi threesome hook up took place!