An American in Ibiza 2008

icebaer69 said:
after taking the first 300 from the atm you can immediately repeat the procedure !

i don´t know how many times maximal - but this year i needed some money
one beautiful day and i could get 7 x 300 euros from the atm.

only problem is that you get strange looks from some people
because you block the ****ing atm for quite a long time :)
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We tried this and other ATMs. Credit cards were a real issue on the island.
 
Thursday, 25 September of 2008

The ride back to the hotel the previous evening was very much uneventful. There was nothing to write about as nothing happened but more talking about the old glory days. We listened to bunch of songs on my Ipod and G kept talking about taking a dip in the Mediterranean. I hadn’t the heart to tell him that the Med begins a little further on the other side of Gibraltar so I went to sleep as he kept filming the amazing sunrise from the balcony. It was freezing cold so I didn’t believe him and went to bed around 10am.

It was around 4 when I got up and went to the balcony to visit with the new neighbors. They had not yet bee to sleep and were be-bopping around the balcony. A load of Amazon Aussie girls were two balconies down and I was trying for a short time to figure out how to jump over but soon discovered I would have been unwelcome anyway. By sun-down, I had already been to the laundry, supermarket, and taken a walk down the beach. G finally got up when I Rick-Rolled him awake with Astley turned up as loud as it would go in his room with the balcony closed. What are friends for?

First order of business after a long winters nap is food of course so we got ready to go out and went a-foraging. There is nothing quality in Playa so we wound up in a Cab and headed for the port area.

Our taxi let us off next to a burger king but I, being the world traveling slut I am, decide that I just have to visit the “Adult” store. The usual selection of things that you shouldn’t buy since you cant flush it down the toilet if the police are knocking at the door is available. Also, I notice it is the worst collection of gathered porn in the world. Since when is it okay to have an entire section of porn dedicated to putting oven mitts on dog paws? No purchases are made since that cured my curiosity and we’re headed back toward the port to find suitable sustenance.

There is, in a word, nothing available so we walk up into the D’alt Villa to find a restaurant. We of course avoid the restaurant I ate at earlier and select two seats next to a couple of English girls that appear to be halfway fun. After a few minutes of ignoring each other, I start up a conversation with the closest one to me and immediately realize two things. They are leaving tomorrow morning and they have never been laid in their lives. They turn out to be incredibly uptight for having two bottles of wine before we even sat down.

Perhaps it was that they were a little up in English society and I shouldn’t have asked them to define what a “Chav” is since I kept hearing the word and didn’t know what it means. Talk about a bad turn in conversation. It takes a full 15 minutes of damage control just to not get them to leave as I feign ignorance and they feign to be uptight. Never in the history of white women have two girls needed go have something wet shoved in their fronts for hours on end. Of course, this doesn’t happen and they go back to their jobs in advertising in London and that ends that. I actually have the nerve to ask for a web address but never bothered to write either.

The food at the D’alt restaurant “I-cant-remember-insert-name-here-since-they-all-have-exactly-the-same-lame-menu’s” was non-descript and moderately expensive. At least the weather was exactly perfect for an outdoor meal and there wasn’t a sign of a single insect. So they have that going for them. The cats on the other hand are a little out of hand.

So dinner being finished and a little bit of a let-down, we traveled down the paths to the port area to have a drink at one of the many seriously overpriced port-side bars. We make our way among the many hawkers until one girl with the most seriously large boobs in all of Ibiza at a bar called the Zoo suckers us in with two for ones. This turns out to be a great deal since G is talking shop with one of the waiters and he refers us to a friend that works nearby with treats. One of the Italians who is working the entire summer (lets call him Phil), turns out to be a pretty cool friend. We stay for the rest of the first drink and the girl with the massive cans never even comes back to say hi. She’s on commission for bringing in customers and I am sure I could afford to pay her more for the rest of her summer but she doesn’t come by to entertain my offer.

It’s Thursday night and we’re stocked to party. I hate G for being so resourceful in 10 minutes of going anywhere as it points out my own faults. However, the experience of being in Ibiza with a friend is worth every Euro/Dollar spent. So many small blocks of irony happen that I take for granted being burned out by the war. G is able to point them out and it opens my eyes to what I am missing and I am truly happy to be partying with an old friend, twice removed.

But, it’s time for the Danny Tanaglia experience (X2) and we hop in a taxi and head back to Playa for Space.

G...anything I've missed to this point?
 
letsgetdownanddirtybaby said:
... I’m halfway through a piss when I realize
I’ve accidentally “Rick-rolled” the pool since out of 1900 songs my Ipod
has selected Rick Astley’s “Together Forever.”
I’m nearly peeing on myself as I’m running for the remote.
I choose to keep the curtains pulled shut as I turn down the volume.
I’m hoping that the Bose doesn’t walk away
as I am not going to show my face for a while on the balcony ...
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letsgetdownanddirtybaby said:
... I Rick-Rolled him awake with Astley
turned up as loud as it would go ...
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"...
RICKROLLING:
RICK ASTLEY named BEST ACT EVER
at the MTV Europe Music Awards :lol: :lol:

The 42-year-old Englishman received 100 million votes – more than all the night's other winners combined – to take the title ahead of international stars such as U2, Britney Spears and The Beatles.

Astley's career has enjoyed an unlikely revival in recent years thanks to an internet trend known as Rickrolling, in which people are tricked into watching his videos by clicking on more enticingly-labelled links.

His 1987 hit Never Gonna Give You Up now been watched more than 20 million times on YouTube, winning over a new generation of fans who have now handed him MTV glory.

Astley's name was not included on the original award shortlist, but the public were allowed to nominate their own favourites and a groundswell of support quickly built up around the Lancastrian.

"We've been well and truly Rickrolled,"
Richard Godfrey, a senior vice-president at MTV and executive producer
of the awards said.
"We wanted to see who our audience would nominate and, given that we're in Liverpool,
we thought it would be someone like the Beatles.
But before the nominations were even announced he shot into the lead."

Astley did not attend the awards ceremony at the city's Echo Arena,
but issued a statement thanking those who voted for him.

"I am honoured that my fans worked so hard to help me win
Best Act Ever at the 2008 MTV Europe Music Awards," he said.

"This is the first time I have been nominated for the EMAs
and I would like to thank everyone who voted for me."
..."
(www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics...-Act-Ever-at-the-MTV-Europe-Music-Awards.html)
 
icebaer69 said:
"...
RICKROLLING:
RICK ASTLEY named BEST ACT EVER
at the MTV Europe Music Awards :lol: :lol:

The 42-year-old Englishman received 100 million votes – more than all the night's other winners combined – to take the title ahead of international stars such as U2, Britney Spears and The Beatles.

Astley's career has enjoyed an unlikely revival in recent years thanks to an internet trend known as Rickrolling, in which people are tricked into watching his videos by clicking on more enticingly-labelled links.

His 1987 hit Never Gonna Give You Up now been watched more than 20 million times on YouTube, winning over a new generation of fans who have now handed him MTV glory.

Astley's name was not included on the original award shortlist, but the public were allowed to nominate their own favourites and a groundswell of support quickly built up around the Lancastrian.

"We've been well and truly Rickrolled,"
Richard Godfrey, a senior vice-president at MTV and executive producer
of the awards said.
"We wanted to see who our audience would nominate and, given that we're in Liverpool,
we thought it would be someone like the Beatles.
But before the nominations were even announced he shot into the lead."

Astley did not attend the awards ceremony at the city's Echo Arena,
but issued a statement thanking those who voted for him.

"I am honoured that my fans worked so hard to help me win
Best Act Ever at the 2008 MTV Europe Music Awards," he said.

"This is the first time I have been nominated for the EMAs
and I would like to thank everyone who voted for me."
..."
(www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/3395589/Rickrolling-Rick-Astley-named-Best-Act-Ever-at-the-MTV-Europe-Music-Awards.html)
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:lol::lol::lol::lol:
 
Ali Bon Tempi said:
Where is the next installment?
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lgdad mia ?
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Stop the Rock.

Just because you can get a new job titlle for more money doesn't mean you should and I have discovered that.

I'll be getting in another installment soon as the currrent duties slow down and have some more down time.

I still have 4 days of Ibiza notes left and several parties...good and bad.
Long Live Apollo Four Forty. I'll never quit Chasing Liberty as long as I live.
She has many names but falling in love only has one theme song:


Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can's stop the rock, can't stop the rock

Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock!
Come move me move me
Dancing like Madonna, into the groove

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock

Let's get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby

Down and dirty baby

Shape the rock like Henry Moore
Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on!

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock
 
letsgetdownanddirtybaby said:
Just because you can get a new job titlle for more money doesn't mean you should and I have discovered that.

I'll be getting in another installment soon as the currrent duties slow down and have some more down time.

I still have 4 days of Ibiza notes left and several parties...good and bad.
Long Live Apollo Four Forty. I'll never quit Chasing Liberty as long as I live.
She has many names but falling in love only has one theme song:


Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can's stop the rock, can't stop the rock

Shake that paranoia, can't stop the rock!
Come move me move me
Dancing like Madonna, into the groove

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock

Let's get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty baby

Down and dirty baby

Shape the rock like Henry Moore
Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on!

Stop the rock, can't stop the rock
You can't stop the rock, can't stop the rock
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What a comeback! :lol::lol::lol:
 
I guess this could be someone's favourite tune?

I have an A440 album somewhere,think this track is on it,might check later when I have less time...:idea:
 
I found my A440 album (I think my only one?) in the dust (deep) dissapointingly that track is not on it..:(
What I found was 'Millennium Fever' 1994, Oh! well,as P.Green once sang...:rolleyes:
 
A second attempt at Danny Tanaglia:

The taxi driver is overwhelmed when I tell him to keep the change from a fiver. He understands English well enough to say thank you but I can see him holding the bill up to the light as we head for the door to Space. The left entrance is again open and they let me pay for both of our entry fees with a credit card. Amen and alleluia…one of the few times I don’t have to spend some limited cash! It’s the closing party for Be@Space and it looks like it’s already closed.

I think it was 60 Euro’s each. There is a smattering of people outside in the chill area to the left so we head through the glass doors on the immediate right and go for a couple of drinks. My head is beginning to spin from the party favors and I am just wishing I could find one ounce of Canadian Whiskey. Jack Daniels charcoal smell can make you vomit if you drink it solid for a week. How the hell a rock-and-roll star can drink it straight I have no idea as I have learned the more of it you drink, the worse it gets.

The opening act for Tanaglia is, once again, attempting to make the crowd sleep-walk. There are about 300 people in the place and it seems like any club back in the states on a Friday night. I’m having problems understanding why anyone would travel all this way to put up with such terrible mediocrity. We head to the bar to the left of the DJ Booth. The air-punchers are out in full force but not really trying to punch real hard. They’re lifeless and the reason is the monotony of the DJ’s performance. It’s so bad we decide to get drunk to go along with the previous evenings procurements. I set up four shots of Tequila at the bar and G manages to down two more (even though he’s not in on the joke). Even being blindly drunk and on disco biscuits, the performance can’t be saved. I figure we’re leaving anyway so I hop up on a speaker stand attempting to get the crowd going. It makes no difference as I am ignored even by G and am not sure people don’t think I’m part of the act but I would have to be the oldest dancer ever. I hop down quickly as it’s going no-where.

An hour is all we can stand. The opening act for Tanaglia has chased me out of Space for a second week in a row. How bad do you have to be to chase off drunk an F’ed up people in a fairy tale environment? Pretty bad… pretty, pretty bad. Sorry Danny, I have no idea if you’re good or if you suck so maybe next year if you can survive being cut because of your boring God-awful opener.
 
The Walk

The best times in Ibiza I think are just unplanned. They show up without notice and become an event that you don’t realize is happening until an iconic memory occurs that will last a lifetime. Dumping Danny T. turns out to be a stroke of genius as the moment happens without warning.

There is a stretch of Playa that could be compared to Miami’s South Beach “boardwalk.” It’s a section about a half mile long in Miami that has overpriced restaurants and several clubs. Playa’s version does not compare unless you scale it down and take away all of the glamour. Kind of like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the peanut butter, jelly, or bread.

We exit Space and walk out to the main drag. I’m bee-boping around like there is music playing but it’s just playing in my head. G’s walking down a cement wall and secretly managing to imbibe himself with something he’s smoking in spite of the local fuzz on the corner. I avoided the whole scene by crossing the street and standing on the corner. I’m moving my head and dancing just a little without any music. G apparently didn’t get enough in his first 40 yard walk so he turned around to make the trip a second time.

While I’m standing there with the ringing of imaginary drum and base going on in my head, another apparent refugee of the Danny T experience decides to keep the beat to my imaginary dance as well. The chain continues until there are about a dozen of us air-dancing to the un-real air-street stage. It’s a fanatically surreal moment that won’t leave my memory even though it’s happening in a period of intangibility squared. The boys in brown had enough and cross the street to investigate the commotion of the dozen of us cheering and air punching all of the revelers simultaneously discontinue the street worship and split in different directions only describable by MC Escher. It’s an Ibiza moment worth every penny to see as the two Policia are standing there in a deserted block, scratching their heads, and wondering why they crossed the street in the first place.
 
That last post was fantastic :) Can see it as if I had been there... Just love the sandwich metaphor.

Your experiences make good reading, thanks.
 
letsgetdownanddirtybaby said:
... There is a stretch of Playa that could be compared
to Miami’s South Beach “boardwalk.”
It’s a section about a half mile long in Miami that has
overpriced restaurants and several clubs.
Playa’s version does not compare unless you scale it down
and take away all of the glamour.
Kind of like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
without the peanut butter, jelly, or bread ...
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get real - you can´t ever compare this ... even if you take away
the peanut butter, the jelly AND the ****ing sandwich :lol:

and btw: south beach´s boardwalk is this wooden path on the beach,
and there are no "overpriced restaurants and several clubs".

are you talking about ocean drive or lincoln road ?
 
have only just discovered this thread, having previously assumed it would be another "guetta rocked it, oh yeah!" zzz-athon

How WRONG I was!

have only skimmed through so far, but this does look like potentially the greatest writeup in the history of messageboards :lol::lol::lol:

my hat is firmly doffed mr deepdownanddirty. Some brilliant writing and choice anecdotes in there

Full Respect.

I'm going to print this out (if have enough paper) and read it on my flights next week
 
was up till 4 last night reading this

it's too good to be true - gotta be a spoof surely? it's next-level high-intensity reading

I'll bet the writer's never even been to Ibiza :D
 
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