I cannot remember what party we went on Sunday – the day we arrived to Ibiza for the 2nd time that year, But Monday’s Release Yourself was the night I was really looking forward. I could not convince my bird, because she could not associate Roger Sanchez’s name with even one tune she knew (probably because of 2 day long hangover and sun overheating), so we agreed that we went to check him out in Mambo. As the posters advertised Sanchez played at Sunset Strip from 9 o’clock.

We spend all day “frying” our gorgeous bodies in the sun of Cala Tarida that Monday. Knowing that my bird will spend at least two hours in front of the mirror again, we had to leave the beach at 6… and so we did. Unfortunately I underestimated her again. The whole bathroom routine took her well over two hours that night, and as a result we left 9:15. No high heels were designed to walk fast, and it is quite a distance from Centre of San An – to Mambo… so it took another 30 minutes and we ended up in Mambo few minutes before 10. And there he was – Roger Sanchez in a flesh in DJ booth playing…. His last tune !!! Before I even ordered a drink, I could watch him leaving, and bartender throwing lazy “see ya Roger”… just like he knew him.. yeah right. My shots lost their taste completely. Not point in getting pissed off quite yet. We were planning to Release Ourselves after all, so I patiently waited for my bird’s mood to come back sipping vodkas with mixers one after another.

There was even some fire show on the beach – with to blokes throwing some torches in the air around the fire, which I dropped few euros for not even seeing it. And guess what – my bird decided – she was Way Too Tired to go anywhere that night… Spot on. What was she tired with though ?! and what was all that time in front of the mirror for ?

I was not the happiest one in San An that night, so somehow I managed to force her to promise me, we were going to attend the King’s – Carl Cox’s night the next day.

All that remained was to head back to our hotel as slow as it was only possible. Luckily we met few lads I met on the beach earlier, so at least I had some company get pissed up with. Naturally we visited our old friend in the bar with flaming shots.

And guess what ? Despite all tiredness, my darling had enough strength for an animal sex.