Last weekend was a busy one, but there is still plenty of momentum going in the nightlife scene to keep things going. The highlight this weekend of course being the reopening of the Fontainebleau Miami Beach. In case you've been hiding under a rock, the hotel is celebrating its reopening with a party to end all party and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, starring the VS Angels. Buzz is invitations are harder to come by than a hill in Miami.
No worries though, plenty of other things to do if
Who let these guys on TV all in one night? No clue, but they deserve a gold star for making the evening boob tube schedule just a little bit more full of major LOLs. First up tonight, if you get Mun2 (actually, relatively few people do, so check your cable listings), check out La Esquina, the show hosted amusingly by Pitbull. He's showing love to fellow Calle Ocho/saguesera denizens by airing a video by the Miami Bass Warriors. If you don't know, that's a group comprising Crossfade/New Times fav
José el Rey
is a singer, dancer and jumper. What he feels and what he thinks is
completely the truth to him. And his mom. His truths were developed
while basking in the Miami sun while listening to "Diamond Girl" and
Gucci Crew tapes.¡Ta mala la cosa! All day, every day, that's what my ears hear. The most useful small talk starter and ice breaker in my Miami is: ¡Ta mala la cosa! In essence it means: Shit's bad. It's a quick and easy way of saying, "Bro, I'm broke and so are you!" I can't aff
To get an introduction to Jose El Rey (if you actually need one!) and to read last week's installment of his weekly Crossfade column, Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Maybe it's my moustache. Maybe it's the gel in my hair. Perhaps, and most likely, it's the manner in which I dress that makes all the dudes ask me so many questions on how to get (and get with) the ladies. I get asked for "how to pick up chicks" advice at least twice a day. When I was younger I needed the tips and tricks to pick up th
A few years ago, if you asked me what my favorite night of the week to go out was I would have told you Wednesday night without any hesitation. Yes, Wednesday night. South of Fifth bar/lounge The Mark hosted a hump-day party called Damaged, which was the brainchild Revolver creator Joshua Menendez. On average, the party never hosted more than 30 to 40 people, except on the occasional holiday weekend, but that's what was so great about it. After The Mark closed, the party moved to Rokbar, but it
To get an introduction to Jose El Rey (if you actually need one!)
and to read previous installments of his weekly Crossfade column, Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here.Against my better judgment and sense of comfort and convenience, I went camping. Into the woods. Into the night. With fire. And "beware of bears" signs. Bears that want to open my sleeping bag and eat me like a pastelito de carne.A group of friends of mine invited me up to Wekiwa Springs State Park. They promised I'd have a relaxing time
You sold me out, bro! What the hell? What happened? I'll tell you what happened: I got an e-mail from some dude from the New York Times. He said he was in Miami to cover some sort of terrible crime spree, complete with beheadings. He wanted to write about something fun, so the worldwide press corps pointed him to me, José el Rey.I was honored to be considered his personal Miami tour guide, and I had an evening of hot night-time fun all lined up for him and his team of foreigners. We were
