F*** Me, I'm Famous

Saw David Guetta last night at Pacha nightclub. Very intense, very cool! I had readied myself with a quick beer at McDonald's (I know!) and a Filipino rhum flavored cigarillo.

Walked over and was overcame with an intense feeling of euphoria. Tall girls in tuxedo swimsuit like outfits giving freezies out. And then, David Guetta! So sick! Fantastic music an crowd. Picture taking curious girls, girls who didn't give a f*** to tell you the time, chillers, lone peeps, couples, groups, douchie guys hitting on sl*tty girls, cute girls, ¡hamali!, the list is endless.

As is typical in Spain, clubs only start filling at 2am. I decided not to drink inside (mainly I wanted to save cash from super rip-off prices); didn't matter because the music got me intoxicated enough.

Before the club, met some girls and a gay guy from the hostal, all asking for drugs. In the club, bumped into a girl who stepped on my flip-flops, Michelle from Australia, asked me for drugs and was looking for her friend. She offered to buy me a drink, but before then said she'll be back to find her friend. She never came back. Minutes later saw her asking around more for drugs.

So my summary of Ibiza life (as seen through the eyes of an engineer):
- pretty damn pretentious and superficial
- a haven for partying and getting away with family to the beaches.
- island stuff to do like boating
- not much tour culture history stuff around
- chose an event to see
- bring friends, don't go alone, less fun (unless you make your own fun)

Was it worth it? I like David Guetta so yes but I learned something I always knew: the best parties are with your friends or people who share the same vibe as you.

But I think I'm pretty much done the club life.