So as I arrived up to the doors of the big white castle on the outskirts of the Old Town with 80 other friends. Friends living in London and abroad had gathered on the White Isle to help celebrate Uni friend's Doc and Gibbo's 30th birthday. We had come from a 70's themed villa party and were charged and ready to go. It was a chance for people to catch up, and for many the summer holiday of a lifetime.
There is something about the magic of Ibiza that culminates in the plush surrounds of Pacha. The fittings are ornate, stylish in a Roman or burlesque setting. VIP booths and platforms surround the dancefloor like a Coliseum, all focused on the DJ booth and adjacent stage.
This glamorous setting is coupled with the fact everyone is on holiday and ready to party. It draws is sunkissed, relaxed and on full on island time. It is that destination vibe similar to what we experience in Gisborne over New Years Eve. People are there for one reason and one reason only. To party.
The Swedish House Mafia are the bunch of upstarts who are now the most talked about act on the island. Second only to David Guetta's 'F*ck Me I'm Famous', the Monday night is the second biggest night on the island. Axwell, Steve Angello and Sebastian Engrosso have now cemented themselves as one of the hottest up and coming dance acts in the world. It surely won't be long til they reach stadium like levels.
There Monday night residency was going head-to-head with Tiesto at Privilege, but most of our friends were with were keen to give the Swedes @ Pacha a decent nudge (and it was a short stumble home to our villas in Talamanca).
As we were on the kiwi peso, the group I was with had purchased general admission passes which retailed at E60 each. However it wasn't long til we were with our London friends who had upgraded to VIP. Interesting for one of the most talked about clubs in the world, security appeared to be rather slack. Maybe it is a Spanish thing as we eased passed the doorman to join our friends in their VIP table over looking the DJ booth. Here we had full view of the club, bottles of vodka and champagne at the ready.
Axwell got things warmed up. When Engrosso arrived at the decks the club was in full swing. And he played for the crowd. Flanked by two support DJ's they dropped it all Florence, La Roux, Skream, Tinie Tempah, Justice. Dan, KB and I made our way for the dancefloor under the booth, only to be blown back by the billows of smoke as we entered the crush of sweaty bodies.
The most memorable part of the night had to be at the finale. Lights on the boys dropped One (Your Name) argulably the tune of the summer. And to cap it off Axwell's mix of Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition - sure to be a club anthem.
As the final confetti rained down and smoke cleared, it was clear it had been a memorable night. We stumbled out into the awakening dawn and back to the villa in Talamanca.
What happened next is a whole 'nother story...
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