posted by Savanah on Sep 10
After I found the Renaissance release of Ibiza sounds, which I had been searching for everywhere I went, I happily walked back to the Ibiza night club where things were starting to heat up. People were dancing as far as my eyes could see. Other promoters were handing out wristbands for another party, which word was the it should be ‘the’ closing party of the year. I wasn’t to sure about going there because I needed to kick it around here to watch my favorite DJ play until 4am in the morning. I only had a few hours to spare before I had to leave port. I decided that paying 50 dollars for just one hour at ‘the’ closing party of the year wasn’t worth it, besides I was tired.
My favorite DJ played disco and I got lucky enough to be with him in the DJ booth when he played. I cheered people on when he was at the decks and took pictures. My DJ was a bit nervous, but I guess for him being a new up and coming DJ, to be playing anywhere in Ibiza is a huge thing. There weren’t as many people as he was hoping there would be, but with ‘the’ closing party going on at the same time what could one expect?
After the club closed, I drove around looking for a bite to eat with my favorite DJ. I must have eaten one of the worst tasting baguettes I’d ever eaten as my favorite DJ’s mood sank and he was becoming quiet grumpy. He ended up driving me to port and bid me farewell, promising that when we hook back up in London, he’ll show me around and be in a better mood. I boarded the ferry and took a seat, not paying any attention, I was so tired, broke and drained, but all in all, Ibiza was an astonishing place to party.
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