Everybody has a bucket list, right?
Apart from the big general plan of realizing my dreams, and following my heart to the beautiful and pink lands of happiness, I too have a bucket list, which includes some smaller items too. Like visiting Ibiza before I turn 30.
(Honestly, retrospectively, the word "visit" does not quite cover what we did there... I should probably say we maxed out Ibiza... (For my Hungarian readers: "to max out" means "kimaxolni" :D - I googled it to be sure.))
Back in January, or February we organized everything already: plane, apartment, party tickets, etc. So now, we were soooooo ready to go!!!
I will sum up our experience here in a diary-like style:
Day 1)
Dear Diary, today, I with Tim and my two girls, D and R, took a plane and flew to Ibiza. Well, actually we had to take 2 planes, wake up at 4 a.m., and stop by in Milan for 12 hours but finally we landed in Ibiza at 10 p.m.!! Excited like never before, we directly headed to Pachaaaaa!!
Jeezzz!! Best club ever! It was an Aoki's Playhouse Monday, except that Aoki was not there! Bummer!! In the face! We were devastated, we bought the ticket especially to see him!! It was only fair that we made a scene at the entrance - poor security guy was totally helpless against the attacks of our slightly drunk lawyer trio. Finally we received free cocktails, and decided to party hard until 6 in the morning to forget the pain that there will be no Aoki tonight. :)
It went well.
So well, that we were only three when we went to sleep in the apartment, and were five when we woke up! (And not because babies were born...)
Day 2)
Holy macaroni! Killer hangover!! Somebody help! It took all my force to go down to the beach this afternoon. But it was worth it! The sea was turquoise and fresh, the sand warm and the sun caressing. Okay, I just made it up. It was so late when we finally made it out of bed, we only got to the beach around 7, when the sun was almost going down.
Anyway, we came to party here, not to lie around on the beach! Right? That I could do at Balaton too, or at home by the garden pool!
So, at night we took a coffee, put back our make ups, party outfits, party faces, and went to SPACE!! Yes, to Space, the place that is voted to be the very best club in the whole entire world!! (Yes, all parallel universes included!)
Well, it was the worst club of all clubs we have been to in Ibiza...
Believe me, we tried hard, I even tried to hug the entrance dude for fun, but he refused. In total, it was not his fault. The music was crap. Yet, thousands of people (under the influance of various psychoactive substances I guess) seemed to enjoy it as it had been the best place ever. I am telling you now, frankly, it is not.
We got back home around 2, and on our way we created one of our official Ibiza sentences: in the taxi we were listening to the radio, and one of us said "still better music then in Space". I think it describes the situation perfectly.
Day 3)
Dear Diary, let's go to Ibiza old town!
Dear Andi, are you sure? It is about 50 degrees out there, and you are second day hangover...
Dear Diary, yes, I am sure.
Diary was right. It was the walk of death under the blazing sun, killer heat, tiredness and hangover. But we did it, so now I know how the real Ibiza town looks like. The place, where the normal people live. It is very cute with narrow white streets, hills and flowers. It was charming.
And I survived. Thank god.
In the night we went to Bora Bora!!!
Bora Bora is the world-wide famous beach club where the party goes on all day long, round the clock! My gosh, we had so much fun!! First of all, it was the season opening party, called "I do Ibiza", and there was a live singer dude, who would come out in the crowd, and sing and dance right next to me!
Ever since we often feel the urge with the girls to burst out in "Borraborraa, I do Ibizaaa" whenever we feel appropriate, or inappropriate... :)
Also, "Everything is possible, you know!" Do you hear me girls?? :D
Best party ever! But that was before I knew David Guetta F** me, I'm famous...
Day 4)
Pacha Party Boat!!!
We sailed on the fabulous official party boat of Pacha to the even more fabulous island of Formentera, and spent a fabulous day at the unbelievably turquoise sea.
No words to describe, so I won't even try.
When we got back to Ibiza, we had to mentally and physicall prepare ourselves for the party of parties. David Guetta, F** me, I'm famous, in Pacha.
The preparation went very well, we got drunk, wrote some songs, sang them to the taxi driver, to the people on the streets, recorded them, danced all the way, talked about some serious future business plans, forgot them, fought about little things, and made up. Just an average evening.
The concert was packed. And when I say packed, I mean it. We pushed ourselves to the first row, and had to fight for each breath after that. But it was totally worth all the efforts! The party was epic, David was epic, the back dancer indian half-naked girls were epic, the music was epic, the decor was epic. It was pure epicness.
The only thing that was not epic at all was that bunch of spotty teenagers that arrived late to the party, tried to steal my place, put their phones on selfie sticks to block my view on David, and never moved a bit to dance. I don't know why they came, but they were damn serious about themselves and looked at me with hateful arrogance, every time I accidentally touched them while I tried to dance. How did their mommy let them come here? Anyway. Too bad for them.
(Furthermore, I will be so kind with myself that I will not elaborate on the part when in the end I freaked out because of the crowd and decided to walk home alone, crying, screwing the rest of the night for everyone else, too. I am sorry guys, for that again!!)
In total, the party was totally epic!!
Day 5)
Dear Diary, this is our last day in Ibiza and I have to bear the mother of all hangovers!! Uhh!
We took a long walk to the old town again with Tim, then went to the beach, and finished the day in Bora Bora.
It was a beautiful and maxed out day, a proper way to say goodbye to this amazing, dreamlike place, this magical island, called Ibiza.
I still cannot believe I was there! :)
Apart from the big general plan of realizing my dreams, and following my heart to the beautiful and pink lands of happiness, I too have a bucket list, which includes some smaller items too. Like visiting Ibiza before I turn 30.
(Honestly, retrospectively, the word "visit" does not quite cover what we did there... I should probably say we maxed out Ibiza... (For my Hungarian readers: "to max out" means "kimaxolni" :D - I googled it to be sure.))
Back in January, or February we organized everything already: plane, apartment, party tickets, etc. So now, we were soooooo ready to go!!!
I will sum up our experience here in a diary-like style:
Day 1)
Dear Diary, today, I with Tim and my two girls, D and R, took a plane and flew to Ibiza. Well, actually we had to take 2 planes, wake up at 4 a.m., and stop by in Milan for 12 hours but finally we landed in Ibiza at 10 p.m.!! Excited like never before, we directly headed to Pachaaaaa!!
Jeezzz!! Best club ever! It was an Aoki's Playhouse Monday, except that Aoki was not there! Bummer!! In the face! We were devastated, we bought the ticket especially to see him!! It was only fair that we made a scene at the entrance - poor security guy was totally helpless against the attacks of our slightly drunk lawyer trio. Finally we received free cocktails, and decided to party hard until 6 in the morning to forget the pain that there will be no Aoki tonight. :)
It went well.
So well, that we were only three when we went to sleep in the apartment, and were five when we woke up! (And not because babies were born...)
Day 2)
Holy macaroni! Killer hangover!! Somebody help! It took all my force to go down to the beach this afternoon. But it was worth it! The sea was turquoise and fresh, the sand warm and the sun caressing. Okay, I just made it up. It was so late when we finally made it out of bed, we only got to the beach around 7, when the sun was almost going down.
Anyway, we came to party here, not to lie around on the beach! Right? That I could do at Balaton too, or at home by the garden pool!
So, at night we took a coffee, put back our make ups, party outfits, party faces, and went to SPACE!! Yes, to Space, the place that is voted to be the very best club in the whole entire world!! (Yes, all parallel universes included!)
Well, it was the worst club of all clubs we have been to in Ibiza...
Believe me, we tried hard, I even tried to hug the entrance dude for fun, but he refused. In total, it was not his fault. The music was crap. Yet, thousands of people (under the influance of various psychoactive substances I guess) seemed to enjoy it as it had been the best place ever. I am telling you now, frankly, it is not.
We got back home around 2, and on our way we created one of our official Ibiza sentences: in the taxi we were listening to the radio, and one of us said "still better music then in Space". I think it describes the situation perfectly.
Dear Diary, let's go to Ibiza old town!
Dear Andi, are you sure? It is about 50 degrees out there, and you are second day hangover...
Dear Diary, yes, I am sure.
Diary was right. It was the walk of death under the blazing sun, killer heat, tiredness and hangover. But we did it, so now I know how the real Ibiza town looks like. The place, where the normal people live. It is very cute with narrow white streets, hills and flowers. It was charming.
And I survived. Thank god.
In the night we went to Bora Bora!!!
Bora Bora is the world-wide famous beach club where the party goes on all day long, round the clock! My gosh, we had so much fun!! First of all, it was the season opening party, called "I do Ibiza", and there was a live singer dude, who would come out in the crowd, and sing and dance right next to me!
Ever since we often feel the urge with the girls to burst out in "Borraborraa, I do Ibizaaa" whenever we feel appropriate, or inappropriate... :)
Also, "Everything is possible, you know!" Do you hear me girls?? :D
Best party ever! But that was before I knew David Guetta F** me, I'm famous...
Day 4)
Pacha Party Boat!!!
We sailed on the fabulous official party boat of Pacha to the even more fabulous island of Formentera, and spent a fabulous day at the unbelievably turquoise sea.
No words to describe, so I won't even try.
When we got back to Ibiza, we had to mentally and physicall prepare ourselves for the party of parties. David Guetta, F** me, I'm famous, in Pacha.
The preparation went very well, we got drunk, wrote some songs, sang them to the taxi driver, to the people on the streets, recorded them, danced all the way, talked about some serious future business plans, forgot them, fought about little things, and made up. Just an average evening.
The concert was packed. And when I say packed, I mean it. We pushed ourselves to the first row, and had to fight for each breath after that. But it was totally worth all the efforts! The party was epic, David was epic, the back dancer indian half-naked girls were epic, the music was epic, the decor was epic. It was pure epicness.
The only thing that was not epic at all was that bunch of spotty teenagers that arrived late to the party, tried to steal my place, put their phones on selfie sticks to block my view on David, and never moved a bit to dance. I don't know why they came, but they were damn serious about themselves and looked at me with hateful arrogance, every time I accidentally touched them while I tried to dance. How did their mommy let them come here? Anyway. Too bad for them.
(Furthermore, I will be so kind with myself that I will not elaborate on the part when in the end I freaked out because of the crowd and decided to walk home alone, crying, screwing the rest of the night for everyone else, too. I am sorry guys, for that again!!)
In total, the party was totally epic!!
Day 5)
Dear Diary, this is our last day in Ibiza and I have to bear the mother of all hangovers!! Uhh!
We took a long walk to the old town again with Tim, then went to the beach, and finished the day in Bora Bora.
It was a beautiful and maxed out day, a proper way to say goodbye to this amazing, dreamlike place, this magical island, called Ibiza.
I still cannot believe I was there! :)
