ThursdayAfter a very long trip – 22 hours to be exact, James and I were met at the airport by Andy from virtualibiza.com, who hadn’t slept for 36 hours either.
Things started getting messy in the car on the way to the apartment. Always a good thing!
Later that night picked up Caro @ the airport - Our team was now complete. Went straight to Pacha and walked in for free courtesy of Andy B.
We proceded to bedazzle fellow punters with our wit, charm, debonair and sense of humour and the odd pelvic grind
It was all a bit much for James, and he ran down the stairs desperately trying to keep the vomit in his mouth, and thankfully made it to the toilets 
Halfway through Deep Dish, we had to take James home! I nearly cried. FridayI have spent a long time trying to work out what we did on this day, but my memory fails me.
I think we went to Cala Bassa Beach and then to Kumharas for dinner. I am sure you understand! SaturdayCafé Mambo for sunset, which was weird – all those people clapping as the sun went down. Maybe we are just really lucky to see awesome sunsets every day??! Jumped in the car and criss crossed the island to Bora Bora. The crowd was having it and so were the german lads who befriended us amongst the mayhem. A double whammy awaits us..SPACE tomorrow for James’ birthday, then DC10 on Monday for debauchery of the highest order.
SundayCoastline – first stop. Pretty little girls holding parasols handing out fruit to the guests..nice touch.
SPACE had been going 10 hours when we got there. Outside on the terrace it was a United Nations of Dance with Steve Lawler as the General Secretary conducting proceedings. It was f*ing ace! “Walk like an Egyptian” went down a treat and we mixed sweat and swapped smiles..made new friends and generally just did not want to leave. But we had to for various reasons…
MondayTo many people, Mondays in Ibiza means Manumission, but to those select few with an eye on discerning messiness, all roads lead to Circo Loco @ DC10.
We quickly shimmied through the VIP entrance then onto the infamous terrace, where we were greeted by a heaving crowd of individuals, all trying to make their own personal statement. Pete Tong pushed his way through the masses to play, but to be honest, Cirollo was the man to beat that day. Ended up inside a little later on – not that it put me off, but there was some weird stuff going down on the dancefloor outside. Case in point: A surgically enhanced grandma and grandpa where the husband had his fingers elegantly placed in the till of his wife!!
WTF? Get a room already!I got invited to a villa party at Villa Rocca (?????) but the boys would not let me go alone, and they were definitely not invited.
TuesdayShopping and walking around Ibiza Town during the day, then Armada @ Amnesia. OMG…I am in love with Armin van Buuren. (Am I allowed to say that??) I loved Amnesia. No words can describe how happy I was that night...
(M.I.K.E needs to learn how to use Final Scratch properly, although that might be a bit harsh!)
WednesdayThings got hectically messy at the apartment after Armada, but we dragged ourselves out of bed and went and ate dinner in a nice restaurant in that fort/castle thing in Ibiza Town, before dropping Caro off at the airport. Can’t remember much except bitching and moaning that I was sure there was something going on that we were missing out on.
ThursdayWent to Cala d’Hort beach for a tan and a swim and some yummy food, then to the pre-Cream party at Coastline and a quick stop in at Café Mambo where Alex P tried to charm my pants off….cheeky bugger!! Onwards to a bar called Grial near Pacha to meet up with Andy B and into Pacha for Renaissance and GODS James Zabiela and Sasha. What an awesome night that was. I might be in love with James Zabiela too!!
Note to self: Must work on promoters in South Africa to bring JZ out.
FridayBora Bora once again for paella and to catch Sarah starring in new Defected music video. More exploring around the old town, and the mayhem along the streets as Manumission’s topless 10th birthday parade drove past a few times. What is it with men
They see a couple of titties and they become all weak at the knees. I don’t get it!! I literally had to drag the boys and their tongues back to the car! SaturdayI left the boys to get their internet fix, and went to Salinas beach to watch the Malibu beach tennis tournament. Hot boy Fernando who I had met at Grial was in the final.
Then off to Cream Radio 1. Once again..I am in love with Armin van Buuren. Oakie did a good job I thought. Eddie Halliwell is a NUTTER. How he didn't fall off that little wall above the crowd is beyond me! Great night…really packed…but well worth it for me.
SundayI met Fernando at the Sidney Café on the Botafoch Marina. We took a walk into town and back and found a sweet little spot on a pier to watch the grand finale of the fireworks. Very romantic!! Hahaha!
Hooked up with the boys who had braved the mayhem of Space again. They looked rough to say the least.
MondayKanya for lunch where I blah blah'ed something to Ferry Corsten as he was climbing out a car..then on to DC10 again, and it did not disappoint. I wasn’t keen on rubbing shoulders with P Diddy and Lottie, so stayed inside all day this time. Rocking tunes, litres of sweat, happy faces all around. I love this place! Met Richard and his mates and somehow ended up in a cab with them back to San An and lost the boys! The night is a blur, but all I recall are many shots of vodka early in the morning. You have to realise, I DO NOT DRINK ALCOHOL! It was very very messy.
We left the island that afternoon and I must confess I cried a lot at the airport.
No, I hadn’t slept, and yes, I was probably still drunk, but Ibiza had crept into my heart and soul and it is there to stay.
