Ibiza: What a “Trip”

Cookin' breakfast

Cookin' breakfast

Today, we woke up and prepared a feast for ourselves.  Seriously, the breakfast of

Our beachfront view

Our beachfront view

champions:  eggs, toast, cereal, muffins, OJ… todo!

Later, we walked around the beach and we were given free wristbands into the biggest club ever!  Club Privilege, the Guinness Book of World Records holder for the largest club in the WORLD, is having their closing party tonight… and we’re going for FREE!!!!  (Saved us each 60 euros door fee- that’s about $90!)

[Club Privilege:  7 dance floors, 6 different rooms, 12 bars, a center dome and a large swimming pool]

We also did some shopping downtown and mingled with some locals.  Most people here are from England, so speaking English this weekend is a nice treat.

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(not my photo)

Tonight, we got to Privilege around 12:30 AM.  First thing we did was suck nitrous oxide out of a balloon at one of two “Laughing Gas” stands.  Fun.  🙂 Short-lived, but fun.

We ran into a friend from our school back in Barca and also ran into our Brazilian friends from the ferry ride there.

I DANCED LIKE CRAAAAAZY… Non-stop, literally, till 8 in the morning or later!  The DJ actually invited me to dance in his sound booth around 8 AM and we toasted with champagne to the best closing party ever.

There was a performing group that night, similar to Cirque de Soleil, except that they chose to do most acts naked.  :-p  There was an “act” of a woman hanging from the ceiling in a huge, flowing, white dress with angel-men trying to reach her.

Another act started with four naked girls swimming in the pool (yes, this place has a HUGE pool going underneath the center stages and DJ booth).  Then, they got into these illuminated sack-like bags and were lifted up to the ceiling.  Of course, the music was SO trippy, nobody knew what was going on.  Ultimately, I believe what we watched was supposed to represent them “being born” and coming through the slimy birth canal and falling into the pool below…  Very artsy… I totally dig it.

Another act had Tarzan-like men crawling on the walls down to the center stage, where naked female bodies had been respectfully carried in, wrapped in clear plastic wrap.  When the men finally reached them, they tore off the wrappers with their feet, hands, and mouths, dangling loose fake organs all over the place.  Then, they sorta, kinda, had dry sex.  Weeeeiiiird.

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(not my photo)

Yet another act had a wall of men in white jump-suits  in a human pyramid on one of the walls.  They were wiggling and waving red streamers- it kind of looked like sperm swimming through a blood stream, but I have no idea.

This “art” was definitely left open to different interpretations, probably depending upon which drug people were on.  haha

They also had the “Naked Police” (that’s what my friends and I dubbed them) who would strip people in the crowd and throw them onto the stage.  It was scary as hell!  Every time they got remotely close to us, we bolted for the door to get away.  There were eight of them and they carried big flashlights when they ran through the crowd in their pink jumpsuits.

I didn’t even feel like I was dancing TO the music.  It’s like I FELT it.

All in all, this was by far the trippiest club I’ve ever been to and the craziest night I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.  Truly, a life-altering experience.

I

love

Ibiza…

P.S.  Next time, I think I’ll bring sunglasses.  😉

Original journal entry Friday, September 28, 2007

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One response to “Ibiza: What a “Trip”

  1. had the best night of my life at Privilege last summer!

    love it:-) xx

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