As everyone knows my minxy levels go up to about 452987650284 in the weeks approaching our Ibiza hols but this year they were really thru the roof 
but for once we had a completely different type of holiday in mind as it was incorporating our wedding and honeymoon so apart from get married, go to WLS Opening and spend time with friends I wasn't armed with a list of 87 club nights and things I wanted to do and was actually planning on having a chilled holiday (well I guess there's a first time for everything 
).
Our taxi picked us up just after 3am and then went to pick Rob and Erin up and we were at Gatwick by 4am (for a 7am flight - sorry Rob ) so the Sexual taxi won the airport race - altho my best friend and hubby were only 2 mins behind us but fortunately my reputation as Little Miss Early is still intact Thomson checks all flights in at the same desks so the queues were horrendous but I must have been looking particularly bridelike cos a Thomson member of staff ushered us out the queue and gave us priority check-in so we beckoned Rob, Erin, Karen and Bill and we were thru to the other side in a matter of minutes. After a quick duty free stop we were seated in the hotel bar with drinks by 4.30am - just the way I like it I did have this illusion of being 'grown-up' and bride-like at the aiport but when I was drinking pints of wine with my best friend at 5am in the morning that idea kind of went out of the window Our other friends all turned up (at slightly more 'normal' times ) and by the time boarding approached we'd taken up half of the hotel bar and literally skipped en-mass to the terminal and got our seats feeling like we knew about a 1/4 of the plane We were treated to champagne on the plane by our lovely friends so by the time we were circling over Ibiza to land I was a very giddy bride
We jumped in a taxi with my best friend and her hubby and went straight to La Griferia in PDB where we were meeting Mitch who we'd hired private apartments from (on a sidenote altho the new motorway is ugly as hell it does make the journey from airport to PDB about 2 mins long). Mitch is this lovely bloke who owns 25 private apartments in Ibiza who we've used before, there were 8 sharing a big apartment, 5 sharing another apartment and then me and Tom had our own apartment. After a couple more drinks while Mitch showed Tom our apartment we then went and unpacked - our apartment was just amazing (2 huge double bedrooms, big lounge, new kitchen, 2 bathrooms and the absolute icing on the cake - a double bed on our balcony - at that moment I decided I was never sleeping inside again and am currently working out a way I can fit our bed at home into our back garden). We unpacked in about 3 minutes and then headed to Passion for our obligatory welcome to Ibiza roses/smoothies with all our other friends, plus my sister and her b/friend who'd just landed from a northern flight. After a couple of hours we had to head to Ibiza Town to meet Jon Mitchell (the man who was marrying us) to go over the final arrangement for the next day's ceremony and then meet Gemma our wedding planner to go over all the final details and get more and more excited. By the time we got back to our apartment we'd been drinking for 12+ hours and didn't fancy the logistics of getting 20 or so people over to Khumaras where we'd planned to go so instead we had drinks in the big 8 apartment which was just huge with a massive terrace and then went to Marcos in Figuretes. We all had a lovely but very drunken meal there which ended up with West Ham songs, rolling round the sand and general BA behaviour After a few more drinks at the apartment Tom got his bride in a headlock and carried her back to her apartment in preparation for the big day.
I woke up on Saturday feeling like I had been runover (it transpired that I'd decided to have a shower in the middle of the night but when Tom went to get me a towel I'd fallen over and he found me in a heap on my floor so I was covered in most attractive bruises). As we were sat on our balcony we heard Big Head, Gollum, Vicky and Alun shout up to us (they'd all gone to Mambos last night) and they filled us in on their night which had culminated in one of our good friends and wedding guests getting runover (literally ). Fortunately (well not fortunately but you get what I mean) it was Bomber Dave and it takes more than a car to do any permanent damage to Dave but the poor thing did have some very prominent cuts and bruises
Saturday afternoon we got my flowers (gerbaras ie big daisies) and Tom's buttonhole delivered and then the hairdresser came round to do my hair, and at the same time Sil and Pep came round so while Pep started snapping some of his 457627653745326 photos, Sil and Tom laid on the bed outside smoking joints and talking football. The hairdresser did my hair just how I wanted it and then I put my dress on, it was at this moment that Tom noticed that the lovely Agent Provacatuer knickers I'd bought for under my dress were VERY visible (I can't believe with me and all my fashion shows I'd never thought of doing the wedding dress and knicker fashion show ) so I was making frantic calls to our other guests going 'This is a knicker emergency, has anyone got any nude coloured knickers' as Tom went running round the other apartments and came back with a selection of knickers Fortunately the Gollum pants came to the rescue (I've still got them incidentally Rach, do you want them back or can they be a momento of mine and Tom's wedding night ). Once the knicker crisis had been resolved all the guests were getting coaches to the venue at 5pm and then we were following in a wedding car at 5.30pm. Driving to Es Codolar is just amazing, you literally drive thru the Salt Pans (our guests did say afterwards they were wondering wtf they were being taken) but once you get there the place just has that WOW factor We sat in the wedding car while the guests took their seats, then at 6pm on the dot (well I was never going to be late was I ) we got out and walked up the aisle on the beach to Love is in the Air (special thanks to DJ Robbie G ). If I live to be 100 I will never forget that feeling of walking out into the most beautiful setting and seeing all our closest friends sat there and I must admit I did shed a tear on two Jon Mitchell did the most perfect ceremony which was very spiritual and talked about all the elements of the earth and how they come together to form love which was accompanied by various props - one of which was wafting me and Tom with a giant feather which our friends said was the most surreal thing they'd ever witnessed and then he gave me rice to throw over the guests which I thought was great fun until he told me that meant I was very fertile and was going to have lots of babies Then Jamie and Rach did a beautiful reading for us (thank you lovers ) and then me and Tom exchanged our vows (we had written them ourselves and they both had a serious aspect and then a humourous aspect - Tom promised to always look after my lipgloss when clubbing and always enjoy going to Top Shop with me and I promised to always make him cups of tea when Chelsea are playing and cheer him up when they lose ) and then after Jon Mitchell had summed everything up we left to To Be in Love (again thank you Robbie G). The next hour and a half was a champagne reception on the beach while we had hired Baklava, a band who play at Cafe del Mar, to play while we chatted to all the guests and Pep took 854762308576 pictures Before sitting down for dinner I threw my bouquet (as all the boys dreaded that their respective partners would catch it ) and then Jon called everyone to be seated for dinner, and guests were either sat on the Space, Pacha, Amnesia or DC10 tables. Jon then announced our arrival and we took our positions on the table and then I gave a short speech (well as if I wasn't going to have my say ) and then Tom gave a lovely speech and then it was over to Jon. Tom had only asked Jon to be his best man since they'd come back from travelling and as Tom hates public speaking he said if he wanted to just say a couple of sentences to do whatever he felt comfortable with...............well I can safely say it was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life - from the moment he started talking about 'Tom asking him to do a few lines at his wedding', to the story of our first meeting them (the w@nk story, borrowing our clothes and getting home 72 hours later), to him thinking I was an illegal immigrant when we met cos I was a northerner, to Jesus Man (tm Jon ) but also combined with lots of nice moments about our friendship, then just when we thought it couldn't get any better he broke into 'the Sawyer rap' which he had apparently had the vision of on the flight and I was laughing so hard I was crying - thank you Jon you were a truly brilliant best man
We then sat down to a 4 course dinner which we had asked to be typically Spanish (grilled vegetable and mushroom rice or gazpacho to start, then scallops or squid, then seabass or lamb and then pear tear to finish) - it was truly yummy - the Gollum had been up early catching all that fish The sun sets over Es Codolar which looked absolutely beautiful and after dinner the drinks kept flowing and we minxed about on the beach afterwards (who'd have thought that a hammock would give us so much amusement ) before the coaches came to take us all back at 2am. It was truly the most special day of my life and I can't thank everyone enough for making it what it was
After a few more drinks back at the big apartment we then headed to bed in preparation for the next stage of our celebrations - WLS Opening. To say there were some sore heads on Sunday morning is an understatement but we carried on as only we can with more alcohol so after a quick shower (and squirt of dry shampoo) we waited for a delivery which would have fed 5,000 and then headed to Passion for a few pre-Space drinks. We got into Space about 5pm and the Sunset Terrace was already heaving so we assumed our normal positions for the next 7 hours which were just excellent, doing everything a sunset terrace set should. We quickly used our passouts at midnight to top up our rose levels at Tantra and then back for Groove Armada on the new terrace who I must say were excellent, I love Groove Armada I do Peter Crouch was in the VIP in Space with his Barry and Tom was in the toilet when he was and the poor bloke was surrounded by monkeys wanting photos with him and things signing - poor bloke couldn't even have a wee in peace We stayed for a bit of Tieschwarz and then left about 4.30am to go back to the big apartment where we carried on and got up to all kinds of wrong-ness. At midday a lot of people were going their separate ways so a few came over to our apartment before they left that night and we carried on before crawling into our cave late Monday afternoon. We had planned to meet about 84 people in Pacha that night but me and Tom had had such a manic few weeks organising both our weddings that we didn't emerge til 18 hours later - it had got to the point where some of our friends were going to come and check our pulses
Feeling completely refreshed we went to Passion for a veggie breakfast and then thought we should do a bit of sunbathing (as I'd bought 5 new 'I'm a bride' bikinis) and I hadn't put any on yet. This was the first year in all the years I've been going to Ibiza that we didn't go to Bora Bora but we had such a lovely private pool and garden area at our apartments that we spent our days round there with friends. On Tuesday night Tom wanted to go to Gatecrasher Classics, now as anybody who knows me a night of trance in San Antonio wouldn't be my first choice but I make these sacrifices for my husband However everyone else embraced the idea so a little convoy of us headed over to Coastline for a sunset and then ate at Kanya (you only pay 7 euros for a ticket if you eat there which made me feel slightly better than paying full price for Eden ). We all headed into Eden and in its defence it's not as bad as it's made out to be (granted it's not a nice club to look at) but the crowd was fine (I think maybe cos it was a classics night then it wasn't full of 18 year old HATs and I didn't feel like someone's mum ) and Tom had a big smile on his face as he heard all his old favourite trance records, well it must have done something right cos we left at the end after not moving from the dancefloor for 6 hours. We headed back to our apartments and said bye to Jon, Bec and Lorna who were all flying back that morning 
and a day of wrong-ness followed (science experiments, 'securing' plates of Katie, Tom being the ultimate quizmaster and which culminated in Big Head falling asleep in the evening and everyone knows you should never go to sleep at an aftershow and we had so much fun dressing him up the funniest thing was him having to go to a Pharmacy the following day with bright pink nails and toenails and asking for nail varnish remover ). The night ended with me, Tom and Gollum drinking Sangria in the reggae bar and then golluming to bed on Wednesday night.
Thursday was another chilled day by the pool and then at night 6 of us went to the Pacha restaurant for dinner - everytime I eat at that place I am amazed at what good value it is - we all had lots of sushi to start, main courses, some had puddings and lots of rose and after dinner drinks and the bill was 70 euros each. We then headed into the club where Sarah Main was playing a very good warm-up set and then our favourite Swedes came on who were just excellent (we love the Swedes we do) and then Guetta who played a predictable party set but was all good fun. We left at the end and went back to our apartment to carry on and said bye to the final lot of our guests who were leaving that day including my sis who I later found out had taken off at Ibiza, got half an hour in the air, the plane developed an engine fault and then had to turn back to Ibiza, make an emergency landing and had an 18 hour wait for another flight - I think I would have cried
We packed up our stuff from the apartment and then got a taxi to the Hacienda (the poor taxi driver probably thought he had a quick drive to the airport when he saw us with all our cases not a drive right up to the north of the island along the narrowest windiest roads to the Hacienda). We got to the Hacienda still in last night's clothes from Pacha looking like the toerags that we are and entered into this complete paradise we were both actually speechless at how amazing the place is. They took us on a tour of the hotel which is actually built into a cliff right at the north of the island with the most amazing sunset views and then showed us our suite - OMG I thought I had died and gone to heaven - we had the biggest bed in the world, lounge area, a jacuuzi with a view to die for, even our very own (Didier) Hamann (that's a sauna to the likes of me ). Everything about the hotel was just out of this world, the service was excellent - the staff weren't overbearing but almost knew everytime you needed a drink and just appeared and were always stocking up your room with clean towels and remaking the bed whenever you were out the room. In the evening we watched the sunset and then had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants where the food was just superb - the clientelle is completely mixed at the hotel - on one side of us was Tiesto having dinner with his Barry, on the other were a middle aged obviously loaded French couple and then there were us toerags The place is just so chilled and seemed a million miles away from civilisation.
On Saturday we started off with the hotel breakfast overlooking the sea - it certainly beats the view we have at home having breakfast then had a chilled day by the pool, there are a number of pools so wherever you sunbathe on the biggest most comfiest sunbeds ever you have your own space and privacy and I could lay there being a FLS only lifting a cocktail to my mouth every now and again We had a late lunch by the pool and then went to the hotel spa where me and Tom had his and her treatments which were just the most heavenly thing ever - you go into 8 different Spa pools for a few minutes each and each one has different water jets to relax different parts of your body - it really was the best hour I've ever spent in Ibiza as the spa is directly on the cliff side so as you're relaxed physically you get the most amazing views around you - we got out and felt well and truly chilled wrapped in our matching his and her spa robes (yes Tom is now known as Spa Boy ).
At night we watched another sunset (I never want to watch a sunset in Ibiza anywhere ever again) and then had dinner in another of the hotel restaurants - again the food is just amazing, the fish tastes like the Gollum has just caught it and then Amarettos in the bar area outside.
After 2 days of complete chilling and luxury we thought it was best to resume some kind of 'normal' service so after breakfast we headed to Passion for midday and had lots of pre-Space drinks and caught up with the lovely owner Lena who is selling the lease on the place so this could be the last year of Passion as we know it (well unless Tom wins the lottery and buys it for us ). After lots of Hierrbas we got into Space just before 2pm, I was on the g/list so didn't get a passout but cos we'd seen the line-up for after midnight we had decided we'd have a good old day sesh and then leave at midnight before the monkeys Fancuilli and Woolford could spoil it The day sesh was just fab - proper sunset terrace at the best and Jonathan Ulysses proved why he really is the King of the Terrace and when he finished with Intro we both had a little accident For the first time in years we didn't have any of our friends with us in Space but I had such a fab time with my little clubbing buddy plus Katie was always around The music was fab all day - Dj Oliver, then Jason Bye and then the night came to an all too abrupt end with Tom Novy. Since the old terrace turned into the new terrace or whatever we've had numerous visits which have gone from the brilliant (Danny T, Jeff Mills, Sneak) to the sheer awful (Smokin Jo, Fancuilli, Woolford) so I'm always going to treat Sundays @ Space like I did in the old days as a 10 hour daytime sesh and then anything after midnight is a bonus depending on whether you get lucky with your guests. We sat on the sunset terrace for a bit as our legs wouldn't work and then went for pints of wine with Jessy in PDB (why does no-one in Ibiza know what a white wine spritzer is - oh well I guess you can never have too much wine ). We then got a taxi back to the Hacienda for the most hair-rising drive ever and back to the complete sanctuary of our suite. We then had a sauna and jacuuzi (could there be a nicer way to finish a Space sesh ) and then wrapped ourselves in the big fluffy hotel towels and sat on the balcony watching the sun come up while drinking Baileys - such a perfect end to the holiday
The last day was spent chilling round the pool and then a final few drinks and then we made the final journey back to the airport. Now normally at the airport I need to be half carried thru but I've never felt so 'normal' at Ibiza airport - we even managed to do some shopping for a new Matinee CD and drinks instead of collapsing unconscious on the nearest seat
Got back to Gatwick and taxi home and woke up this morning feeling positively marvellous This was a holiday of so many firsts:
The obvious like getting married in Ibiza and staying in the Hacienda
But also for doing so little clubbing cos I didn't want to spend my whole honeymoon in a 'hole'
So much chilling (which I really enjoyed cos even on holiday I'm normally running round like a mad woman on speed )
Not going to Bora Bora but as we had such a nice pool area and apartment we didn't miss it all
The first holiday since 2000 we'd not been to DC10 (well I said last year I was never going again so it being closed was a blessing in disguise)
And the first time we literally had all our friends out there with us at some point (someone please get married next so we can do it all again )
It really was just the most amazing 11 days of my life, the only thing I'm worried about now is that I don't know how any future Ibiza holidays will live up it but I guess we can give it a go in September
And just a final special thank you to all our lovely friends and wedding guests who helped made the wedding and holiday so special and for Tom for being the most perfect husband in the world and making me the happiest little girl in the world
but for once we had a completely different type of holiday in mind as it was incorporating our wedding and honeymoon so apart from get married, go to WLS Opening and spend time with friends I wasn't armed with a list of 87 club nights and things I wanted to do and was actually planning on having a chilled holiday (well I guess there's a first time for everything ). Our taxi picked us up just after 3am and then went to pick Rob and Erin up and we were at Gatwick by 4am (for a 7am flight - sorry Rob
) so the Sexual taxi won the airport race - altho my best friend and hubby were only 2 mins behind us but fortunately my reputation as Little Miss Early is still intact Thomson checks all flights in at the same desks so the queues were horrendous but I must have been looking particularly bridelike cos a Thomson member of staff ushered us out the queue and gave us priority check-in so we beckoned Rob, Erin, Karen and Bill and we were thru to the other side in a matter of minutes. After a quick duty free stop we were seated in the hotel bar with drinks by 4.30am - just the way I like it I did have this illusion of being 'grown-up' and bride-like at the aiport but when I was drinking pints of wine with my best friend at 5am in the morning that idea kind of went out of the window Our other friends all turned up (at slightly more 'normal' times ) and by the time boarding approached we'd taken up half of the hotel bar and literally skipped en-mass to the terminal and got our seats feeling like we knew about a 1/4 of the plane We were treated to champagne on the plane by our lovely friends so by the time we were circling over Ibiza to land I was a very giddy bride We jumped in a taxi with my best friend and her hubby and went straight to La Griferia in PDB where we were meeting Mitch who we'd hired private apartments from (on a sidenote altho the new motorway is ugly as hell it does make the journey from airport to PDB about 2 mins long). Mitch is this lovely bloke who owns 25 private apartments in Ibiza who we've used before, there were 8 sharing a big apartment, 5 sharing another apartment and then me and Tom had our own apartment. After a couple more drinks while Mitch showed Tom our apartment we then went and unpacked - our apartment was just amazing (2 huge double bedrooms, big lounge, new kitchen, 2 bathrooms and the absolute icing on the cake - a double bed on our balcony - at that moment I decided I was never sleeping inside again and am currently working out a way I can fit our bed at home into our back garden
). We unpacked in about 3 minutes and then headed to Passion for our obligatory welcome to Ibiza roses/smoothies with all our other friends, plus my sister and her b/friend who'd just landed from a northern flight. After a couple of hours we had to head to Ibiza Town to meet Jon Mitchell (the man who was marrying us) to go over the final arrangement for the next day's ceremony and then meet Gemma our wedding planner to go over all the final details and get more and more excited. By the time we got back to our apartment we'd been drinking for 12+ hours and didn't fancy the logistics of getting 20 or so people over to Khumaras where we'd planned to go so instead we had drinks in the big 8 apartment which was just huge with a massive terrace and then went to Marcos in Figuretes. We all had a lovely but very drunken meal there which ended up with West Ham songs, rolling round the sand and general BA behaviour After a few more drinks at the apartment Tom got his bride in a headlock and carried her back to her apartment in preparation for the big day. I woke up on Saturday feeling like I had been runover (it transpired that I'd decided to have a shower in the middle of the night but when Tom went to get me a towel I'd fallen over and he found me in a heap on my floor so I was covered in most attractive bruises
). As we were sat on our balcony we heard Big Head, Gollum, Vicky and Alun shout up to us (they'd all gone to Mambos last night) and they filled us in on their night which had culminated in one of our good friends and wedding guests getting runover (literally ). Fortunately (well not fortunately but you get what I mean) it was Bomber Dave and it takes more than a car to do any permanent damage to Dave but the poor thing did have some very prominent cuts and bruises Saturday afternoon we got my flowers (gerbaras ie big daisies
) and Tom's buttonhole delivered and then the hairdresser came round to do my hair, and at the same time Sil and Pep came round so while Pep started snapping some of his 457627653745326 photos, Sil and Tom laid on the bed outside smoking joints and talking football. The hairdresser did my hair just how I wanted it and then I put my dress on, it was at this moment that Tom noticed that the lovely Agent Provacatuer knickers I'd bought for under my dress were VERY visible (I can't believe with me and all my fashion shows I'd never thought of doing the wedding dress and knicker fashion show ) so I was making frantic calls to our other guests going 'This is a knicker emergency, has anyone got any nude coloured knickers' as Tom went running round the other apartments and came back with a selection of knickers Fortunately the Gollum pants came to the rescue (I've still got them incidentally Rach, do you want them back or can they be a momento of mine and Tom's wedding night ). Once the knicker crisis had been resolved all the guests were getting coaches to the venue at 5pm and then we were following in a wedding car at 5.30pm. Driving to Es Codolar is just amazing, you literally drive thru the Salt Pans (our guests did say afterwards they were wondering wtf they were being taken) but once you get there the place just has that WOW factor We sat in the wedding car while the guests took their seats, then at 6pm on the dot (well I was never going to be late was I ) we got out and walked up the aisle on the beach to Love is in the Air (special thanks to DJ Robbie G ). If I live to be 100 I will never forget that feeling of walking out into the most beautiful setting and seeing all our closest friends sat there and I must admit I did shed a tear on two Jon Mitchell did the most perfect ceremony which was very spiritual and talked about all the elements of the earth and how they come together to form love which was accompanied by various props - one of which was wafting me and Tom with a giant feather which our friends said was the most surreal thing they'd ever witnessed and then he gave me rice to throw over the guests which I thought was great fun until he told me that meant I was very fertile and was going to have lots of babies Then Jamie and Rach did a beautiful reading for us (thank you lovers ) and then me and Tom exchanged our vows (we had written them ourselves and they both had a serious aspect and then a humourous aspect - Tom promised to always look after my lipgloss when clubbing and always enjoy going to Top Shop with me and I promised to always make him cups of tea when Chelsea are playing and cheer him up when they lose ) and then after Jon Mitchell had summed everything up we left to To Be in Love (again thank you Robbie G). The next hour and a half was a champagne reception on the beach while we had hired Baklava, a band who play at Cafe del Mar, to play while we chatted to all the guests and Pep took 854762308576 pictures Before sitting down for dinner I threw my bouquet (as all the boys dreaded that their respective partners would catch it ) and then Jon called everyone to be seated for dinner, and guests were either sat on the Space, Pacha, Amnesia or DC10 tables. Jon then announced our arrival and we took our positions on the table and then I gave a short speech (well as if I wasn't going to have my say ) and then Tom gave a lovely speech and then it was over to Jon. Tom had only asked Jon to be his best man since they'd come back from travelling and as Tom hates public speaking he said if he wanted to just say a couple of sentences to do whatever he felt comfortable with...............well I can safely say it was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life - from the moment he started talking about 'Tom asking him to do a few lines at his wedding', to the story of our first meeting them (the w@nk story, borrowing our clothes and getting home 72 hours later), to him thinking I was an illegal immigrant when we met cos I was a northerner, to Jesus Man (tm Jon ) but also combined with lots of nice moments about our friendship, then just when we thought it couldn't get any better he broke into 'the Sawyer rap' which he had apparently had the vision of on the flight and I was laughing so hard I was crying - thank you Jon you were a truly brilliant best man We then sat down to a 4 course dinner which we had asked to be typically Spanish (grilled vegetable and mushroom rice or gazpacho to start, then scallops or squid, then seabass or lamb and then pear tear to finish) - it was truly yummy - the Gollum had been up early catching all that fish
The sun sets over Es Codolar which looked absolutely beautiful and after dinner the drinks kept flowing and we minxed about on the beach afterwards (who'd have thought that a hammock would give us so much amusement ) before the coaches came to take us all back at 2am. It was truly the most special day of my life and I can't thank everyone enough for making it what it was After a few more drinks back at the big apartment we then headed to bed in preparation for the next stage of our celebrations - WLS Opening. To say there were some sore heads on Sunday morning is an understatement but we carried on as only we can with more alcohol so after a quick shower (and squirt of dry shampoo
) we waited for a delivery which would have fed 5,000 and then headed to Passion for a few pre-Space drinks. We got into Space about 5pm and the Sunset Terrace was already heaving so we assumed our normal positions for the next 7 hours which were just excellent, doing everything a sunset terrace set should. We quickly used our passouts at midnight to top up our rose levels at Tantra and then back for Groove Armada on the new terrace who I must say were excellent, I love Groove Armada I do Peter Crouch was in the VIP in Space with his Barry and Tom was in the toilet when he was and the poor bloke was surrounded by monkeys wanting photos with him and things signing - poor bloke couldn't even have a wee in peace We stayed for a bit of Tieschwarz and then left about 4.30am to go back to the big apartment where we carried on and got up to all kinds of wrong-ness. At midday a lot of people were going their separate ways so a few came over to our apartment before they left that night and we carried on before crawling into our cave late Monday afternoon. We had planned to meet about 84 people in Pacha that night but me and Tom had had such a manic few weeks organising both our weddings that we didn't emerge til 18 hours later - it had got to the point where some of our friends were going to come and check our pulses Feeling completely refreshed we went to Passion for a veggie breakfast and then thought we should do a bit of sunbathing (as I'd bought 5 new 'I'm a bride' bikinis
) and I hadn't put any on yet. This was the first year in all the years I've been going to Ibiza that we didn't go to Bora Bora but we had such a lovely private pool and garden area at our apartments that we spent our days round there with friends. On Tuesday night Tom wanted to go to Gatecrasher Classics, now as anybody who knows me a night of trance in San Antonio wouldn't be my first choice but I make these sacrifices for my husband However everyone else embraced the idea so a little convoy of us headed over to Coastline for a sunset and then ate at Kanya (you only pay 7 euros for a ticket if you eat there which made me feel slightly better than paying full price for Eden ). We all headed into Eden and in its defence it's not as bad as it's made out to be (granted it's not a nice club to look at) but the crowd was fine (I think maybe cos it was a classics night then it wasn't full of 18 year old HATs and I didn't feel like someone's mum ) and Tom had a big smile on his face as he heard all his old favourite trance records, well it must have done something right cos we left at the end after not moving from the dancefloor for 6 hours. We headed back to our apartments and said bye to Jon, Bec and Lorna who were all flying back that morning and a day of wrong-ness followed (science experiments, 'securing' plates of Katie, Tom being the ultimate quizmaster and which culminated in Big Head falling asleep in the evening and everyone knows you should never go to sleep at an aftershow and we had so much fun dressing him up the funniest thing was him having to go to a Pharmacy the following day with bright pink nails and toenails and asking for nail varnish remover ). The night ended with me, Tom and Gollum drinking Sangria in the reggae bar and then golluming to bed on Wednesday night. Thursday was another chilled day by the pool and then at night 6 of us went to the Pacha restaurant for dinner - everytime I eat at that place I am amazed at what good value it is - we all had lots of sushi to start, main courses, some had puddings and lots of rose and after dinner drinks and the bill was 70 euros each. We then headed into the club where Sarah Main was playing a very good warm-up set and then our favourite Swedes came on who were just excellent (we love the Swedes we do
) and then Guetta who played a predictable party set but was all good fun. We left at the end and went back to our apartment to carry on and said bye to the final lot of our guests who were leaving that day including my sis who I later found out had taken off at Ibiza, got half an hour in the air, the plane developed an engine fault and then had to turn back to Ibiza, make an emergency landing and had an 18 hour wait for another flight - I think I would have cried We packed up our stuff from the apartment and then got a taxi to the Hacienda (the poor taxi driver probably thought he had a quick drive to the airport when he saw us with all our cases not a drive right up to the north of the island along the narrowest windiest roads to the Hacienda). We got to the Hacienda still in last night's clothes from Pacha looking like the toerags that we are and entered into this complete paradise
we were both actually speechless at how amazing the place is. They took us on a tour of the hotel which is actually built into a cliff right at the north of the island with the most amazing sunset views and then showed us our suite - OMG I thought I had died and gone to heaven - we had the biggest bed in the world, lounge area, a jacuuzi with a view to die for, even our very own (Didier) Hamann (that's a sauna to the likes of me ). Everything about the hotel was just out of this world, the service was excellent - the staff weren't overbearing but almost knew everytime you needed a drink and just appeared and were always stocking up your room with clean towels and remaking the bed whenever you were out the room. In the evening we watched the sunset and then had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants where the food was just superb - the clientelle is completely mixed at the hotel - on one side of us was Tiesto having dinner with his Barry, on the other were a middle aged obviously loaded French couple and then there were us toerags The place is just so chilled and seemed a million miles away from civilisation. On Saturday we started off with the hotel breakfast overlooking the sea - it certainly beats the view we have at home having breakfast
then had a chilled day by the pool, there are a number of pools so wherever you sunbathe on the biggest most comfiest sunbeds ever you have your own space and privacy and I could lay there being a FLS only lifting a cocktail to my mouth every now and again We had a late lunch by the pool and then went to the hotel spa where me and Tom had his and her treatments which were just the most heavenly thing ever - you go into 8 different Spa pools for a few minutes each and each one has different water jets to relax different parts of your body - it really was the best hour I've ever spent in Ibiza as the spa is directly on the cliff side so as you're relaxed physically you get the most amazing views around you - we got out and felt well and truly chilled wrapped in our matching his and her spa robes (yes Tom is now known as Spa Boy ).At night we watched another sunset (I never want to watch a sunset in Ibiza anywhere ever again
) and then had dinner in another of the hotel restaurants - again the food is just amazing, the fish tastes like the Gollum has just caught it and then Amarettos in the bar area outside. After 2 days of complete chilling and luxury we thought it was best to resume some kind of 'normal' service so after breakfast we headed to Passion for midday and had lots of pre-Space drinks and caught up with the lovely owner Lena who is selling the lease on the place so this could be the last year of Passion as we know it
(well unless Tom wins the lottery and buys it for us ). After lots of Hierrbas we got into Space just before 2pm, I was on the g/list so didn't get a passout but cos we'd seen the line-up for after midnight we had decided we'd have a good old day sesh and then leave at midnight before the monkeys Fancuilli and Woolford could spoil it The day sesh was just fab - proper sunset terrace at the best and Jonathan Ulysses proved why he really is the King of the Terrace and when he finished with Intro we both had a little accident For the first time in years we didn't have any of our friends with us in Space but I had such a fab time with my little clubbing buddy plus Katie was always around The music was fab all day - Dj Oliver, then Jason Bye and then the night came to an all too abrupt end with Tom Novy. Since the old terrace turned into the new terrace or whatever we've had numerous visits which have gone from the brilliant (Danny T, Jeff Mills, Sneak) to the sheer awful (Smokin Jo, Fancuilli, Woolford) so I'm always going to treat Sundays @ Space like I did in the old days as a 10 hour daytime sesh and then anything after midnight is a bonus depending on whether you get lucky with your guests. We sat on the sunset terrace for a bit as our legs wouldn't work and then went for pints of wine with Jessy in PDB (why does no-one in Ibiza know what a white wine spritzer is - oh well I guess you can never have too much wine ). We then got a taxi back to the Hacienda for the most hair-rising drive ever and back to the complete sanctuary of our suite. We then had a sauna and jacuuzi (could there be a nicer way to finish a Space sesh ) and then wrapped ourselves in the big fluffy hotel towels and sat on the balcony watching the sun come up while drinking Baileys - such a perfect end to the holiday The last day was spent chilling round the pool and then a final few drinks and then we made the final journey back to the airport. Now normally at the airport I need to be half carried thru but I've never felt so 'normal' at Ibiza airport - we even managed to do some shopping for a new Matinee CD and drinks instead of collapsing unconscious on the nearest seat
Got back to Gatwick and taxi home and woke up this morning feeling positively marvellous
This was a holiday of so many firsts:The obvious like getting married in Ibiza and staying in the Hacienda
But also for doing so little clubbing cos I didn't want to spend my whole honeymoon in a 'hole'
So much chilling (which I really enjoyed cos even on holiday I'm normally running round like a mad woman on speed
)Not going to Bora Bora but as we had such a nice pool area and apartment we didn't miss it all
The first holiday since 2000 we'd not been to DC10 (well I said last year I was never going again so it being closed was a blessing in disguise
)And the first time we literally had all our friends out there with us at some point (someone please get married next so we can do it all again
)It really was just the most amazing 11 days of my life, the only thing I'm worried about now is that I don't know how any future Ibiza holidays will live up it
but I guess we can give it a go in September And just a final special thank you to all our lovely friends and wedding guests who helped made the wedding and holiday so special and for Tom for being the most perfect husband in the world and making me the happiest little girl in the world
:x
