So there we were. Arrived to Ibiza to attaend F*** me I’m famous opening. Rather quiet airport on that lazy Balearic Wednesday afternoon. There was no problem with a car company this time, so very quicklu I found myself driving for a meal to Cala Tarida. Pizza was of rather average quality, but not pizza was what I went there for.
Around 11:30 we checked in to one of better hotels in Playa den bossa. You would not believe it – I booked it just a month before, and even got a promotional price – 80 Euro a day. Beach view from the balcony, most famous Ibiza beach – two steps away. Simply amazing. I had to let my bird spend her usual two hours in front of the mirror. Shower, hair, drying, straightening, make up, balms, nails. Ok I can understand that. But why do they do it every single f… day ? We are in Ibiza, what’s the point in wasting 3 hours of every night ???
At least I had opportunity to walk around few stores, buy some ice, alcohol, energy drinks, cigarettes… and of course say hello to guys who are selling sunglasses on the street.; ). and this was only the warm-up for my credit card …
And eventually, around 1:30 my bird decided to announce, she was ready. But we need to have a drink before of course. Not many pre-bars are open early June, so Ibiza Marina was the choice. There is a bar on the corner of the promenade. I found a waitress lovely, so decided to sit at the table. Fortunately my bird is a reasonable one, so did not find it wrong, when I started talking to the waitress. She was Italian., name was Alice, also figured out, that bar was full of Italian staff – must be usual place for a group of Italian Ibiza workers. Anyway, a bill for 2 drinks plus a tip (10Euro … what the hell, I am in Ibiza) made me going to near cash machine. I could feel my credit card trying to fall out of my pocket. Ha.
We were headed for Subliminal opening party, with Eric Morillo, so my credit card started smoking the moment I pressed the “cash button”. Tickets were 40Euro each plus drinks and stuff, so much for first 6 hous of holiday…. But again what the hell.
Happy we’ve caught a taxi, we had our aspirins, to prevent Ibiza headaches ;), and headed Pacha. Queue was not too big (2:30 o’clock)… and what of it ? Middle aged bouncer said those tickets were not valid anymore. Yesterday – yes – today – no.
Imagine how pissed I was. Caught a taxi (the same driver apparently) and went back to Marina. As you figured – the bloke was not there anymore… what a surprise… Whatta.. I thought to myself
Fortunately it was not. The bloke appeared shortly, gave me proper tickets, and offered a drink. In all my modesty, I had triple shot on ice with some sparkling liquid. My girl did not even want to smell it… sucker…
6 hours in Ibiza… First night, as you may imagine both already pissed, Pacha Ibiza, thousand of other party animals and us… time to Open Subliminal Sessions