CasaNegron
Well-Known Member
What was your first proper club night on the island and did it live up to your expectations?
Club: Amnesia
Party: La Troya
Date: July 3 2003
I made arrangements to see ibiza with a friend that was visiting from the US while I was working in the UK, but I got a flight on BMI? a day earlier than planned to get in an extra day. I had arrived early in the evening and did not have a hotel booked until the next afternoon, essentially forcing myself to party all night. I found the hotel and warily handed over my backpack to "reception" for storage.
This was my first night in a real world class club. Previously, I had only done some shit hip-hop clubs in Washington, DC and UK and before that, house parties in college. I am not sure if it was the "disco bus" back then, but I took a bus. Getting off the bus, I could see Privilege was visible from across the road. I remember getting to Amnesia shortly after 11pm and the place was empty. I had a drink or two at the bar on the 2nd level, and apparently the time somehow passed unnoticed, as I looked over the balcony to the dancefloor the club was full.
I have no idea who the DJ was. I remember dancing to "Shake it (no te muevas tanto)" from Lee Cabrera, as the air cannon blasted the dancefloor.There were girls in thongs and trannies on stilts... at 6am the music stopped and a black guy and his thonged troop of models in white biknis made the announcement. There was "la espuma" and the floor filled with foam.
After watching what amounted to climax of foam spilling from the phallic soap cannons, I left shortly after the foam, and realized it would be difficult to get back to SanAn (few buses, no taxis). I was not and never have been an all-night party person, so I felt miserable and unsure how I would get back. The road was dusty and the rising sun was taunting me as I stood there... guys 2-up on mopeds zipped away from the the parking lot.
It was my 1st Ibiza experience, and I "popped my cherry" at Amnesia... in retrospect, it was kind of underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. It made me realize I am not a clubber, but a beach-bar guy. I realized when I do go out, I like "production heavy" nights more than "underground" especially when naked women were part of the production.
Eventually I made it back to San Antonio, and got my bag from "reception". I laid out on the beach an began chatting up girls. My friend was to arrive in a few hours and we would be able to check into the hotel. That same afternoon, and evening of July 4th 2003, would turn out to be one of the weirdest in my young adulthood (but that is the topic of another thread) .
Club: Amnesia
Party: La Troya
Date: July 3 2003
I made arrangements to see ibiza with a friend that was visiting from the US while I was working in the UK, but I got a flight on BMI? a day earlier than planned to get in an extra day. I had arrived early in the evening and did not have a hotel booked until the next afternoon, essentially forcing myself to party all night. I found the hotel and warily handed over my backpack to "reception" for storage.
This was my first night in a real world class club. Previously, I had only done some shit hip-hop clubs in Washington, DC and UK and before that, house parties in college. I am not sure if it was the "disco bus" back then, but I took a bus. Getting off the bus, I could see Privilege was visible from across the road. I remember getting to Amnesia shortly after 11pm and the place was empty. I had a drink or two at the bar on the 2nd level, and apparently the time somehow passed unnoticed, as I looked over the balcony to the dancefloor the club was full.
I have no idea who the DJ was. I remember dancing to "Shake it (no te muevas tanto)" from Lee Cabrera, as the air cannon blasted the dancefloor.There were girls in thongs and trannies on stilts... at 6am the music stopped and a black guy and his thonged troop of models in white biknis made the announcement. There was "la espuma" and the floor filled with foam.
After watching what amounted to climax of foam spilling from the phallic soap cannons, I left shortly after the foam, and realized it would be difficult to get back to SanAn (few buses, no taxis). I was not and never have been an all-night party person, so I felt miserable and unsure how I would get back. The road was dusty and the rising sun was taunting me as I stood there... guys 2-up on mopeds zipped away from the the parking lot.
It was my 1st Ibiza experience, and I "popped my cherry" at Amnesia... in retrospect, it was kind of underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. It made me realize I am not a clubber, but a beach-bar guy. I realized when I do go out, I like "production heavy" nights more than "underground" especially when naked women were part of the production.
Eventually I made it back to San Antonio, and got my bag from "reception". I laid out on the beach an began chatting up girls. My friend was to arrive in a few hours and we would be able to check into the hotel. That same afternoon, and evening of July 4th 2003, would turn out to be one of the weirdest in my young adulthood (but that is the topic of another thread) .