THIS IS THENUMBERONEPARTYPLACEINTHEWORLDANDAMANISGOODWITHTHREEBEERS!

Talked to the Aussie guys this morning, can’t believe they didn’t pull any of the Aussie girls, sucks. Nate dog bought like 3 rounds of drinks for like 8 people too. That’s not the point though! Grinds my gears because everyone fell in love with him. I even fell in love with him. Pretty Homo, Indeed.

Late Night conversations with Nate Dog
Nate Dog is a 30 y.o. rock star, who basically works for himself and has his office back in Australia. He is on a 6 month travel stint and he trades energy and carbon credits or something like that. Basically this sums up to doing a little work during the day and partying at night. He goes to the next city whenever he wants and basically lives life the way he wants.
I talk to him about traveling and how I’ve had a lot of fun, and won’t get to do it again. He is adamant without flinching when he tells me that I can do it anyways. Do it after residency or just do it whenever you want. This guy only lives by his own rules. Kickass.

Ibiza today!

Key note in the airport: Naren got hit in the balls by a pole. Or rather he hit the pole with his balls.

The clickair flight is pretty nice, it’s a 36 minute flight and some of the women on the plane are gorgeous, not to mention all the flight attendants are so good looking I hope they make money with this job, otherwise they should just quit and be models. Definitely took the top on my list, sorry Virgin America stewardesses, but you’re still my number two. Fly over some of Ibiza, this is surreal shit, island is amazing, and the water is dark clear blue with the light teal blue patches closer to shore. Should find out what the difference is: kind of curious, depth maybe? Walk off the plane down the stairs onto the tarmac, the amazing feeling of the wind fluttering through my blazer and stepping off the plane, so worth it. Naren says this is probably why his dad wears his blazer on every airplane trip he goes on, even if it is warm outside. Totally understand.

Get to our hotel, nicest place we’ve stayed at so far, we basically have an apartment with couch, 3 beds, kitchen, bathroom YES FINALLY A PRIVATE BATHROOM!, and a balcony with table and chairs. We drop our bags and head out to the beach. I jump into the water first; I am protected by my wet suit haha. We see some saggy boobies and wonder where the hot girl nude beach is. Theres a huge lady, the biggest lady I’ve seen so far that is stranded like a beach whale in the sand. We thought she was Formentara, another island off Ibiza. I asked her if she knew Kamal, apparently they are sisters.
We meet this Dutch guy Michele who owns this tapas bar and invites us over to eat there. He seems really genuine and friendly so I want to try out his restaurant.

We need to get a nap in and out tonight, so we buy some small groceries and cook dinner at our room. I have the brilliant idea to take out a mattress out onto the balcony and I pass out there and Naren joins me later and it’s a gay old time. THIS IS VACATIONNNNN!

Later on when the curry crew is drinking: Bhangra boys are like “little puppies humping legs”. Seems like the only notable thing of the pregame.

Get two free shots at the bar where we buy the tickets for Space. Bartender is this chill Scottish guy. Taxis aren’t too expensive here, it’s roughly 8 euro to get to Space. Walk out of the taxi and the guys in 2 shifts finish the to-go bottle in the corner of the parking lot inconspicuously…not. It’s somewhat after 2am and there’s not much of a line outside and it seems relatively quiet. On account that Ibiza has been sparsely populated thus far and we haven’t seen that many people out and about, I am a little frightened. Get through 2nd base security check and into the bar of the club. There’s like 20 people here…. fuck. Walk through to the end and hear louder music, go through a set of double doors and WHAM, this is it. There’s live music on stage and exponentially more people here. THIS IS IBIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

It’s pretty awesome, music is great and everyone is fist pumping and dancing and having a great time. We migrate to the front and get spots right in front of stage. Love life right now. I am just dancing around, having the time of my life with my boys, enjoying this amazing live music. Benny and some of the other guys break into some bhangra and its curry times. We are dancing away in our own little world, in an arena full of energy and I’m sure a good share of ecstasy to boot. This guy and girl apparently love our energy and give us high fives. The guy asks me where I’m from, Washington D.C. The guy and girl are from Italy, and I get the kiss xx introduction from the girl. Fun people, they are also having a blast.
After the group AutoKratz leaves, we get a pretty hardcore DJ… and dancers! This is turning into similar to Coco Bongo; we have a whole little dance show with acrobatics in the middle and this girl dancing on a platform which is made out of her dress if that makes any sense. There are girls rolling around on little towers dancing and girls on stage in panties and with dresses only covering their abdomens and bright red tassels covering their nipples. They have winged capes that are part of their dresses that they are using when they dance and it looks like dancing majestic bats. Definitely better than the sights we saw at the beach today. Its sensory overload with amazing music, energy dialed through the roof, dancing to the beat (or to anything but a beat in my case), and watching the beautiful talented women work their magic. After the tassel-ed dancer women leave stage, two gorgeous new women in bikinis and Victoria Secret caliber bodies start dancing and continue for the rest of the night. The adorable one in the black bikini is dancing at the front of the stage at times and I am just standing there, drooling, stupefied, with the hugest grin on my face. Later on there are people going up on stage and crouching… they’re white so I’m not too worried, but curious instead. Someone brings out a bag and they pull out a tremendously large white sheet that then extend and throw over the crowd. We are all pulling it back, and it becomes a thousand people dancing under a ceiling of a white mesh sheet, bouncing up and down, touching the sheet as it thrives to the beat of the people and ripples in waves from the crouching people, now standing, setting waves in motion from the edge. This reminds me of Zion in the Matrix where everyone is a hot sweaty dancing globular mess. Though we have all the colors of the rainbow and neon lights, WE AINT SCURRED O NO AGENTS!

Haven’t really left the front of the stage area so decide to walk around the club a bit. Go upstairs where there is a smaller room and its own DJ. Open super gorgeous maybe 30yr old Spanish woman upstairs with her short troll friend. She can’t really talk English so I attempt some Spanish. She’s from Madrid! Yo trabajare en Madrid en Julio! High probability that doesn’t make sense whatsoever. Dance with them a bit. Bailamos en America este, and then I do a silly little dance. Later on do en India and do my fake bhangra move that’s not a bhangra move according to Benny. Spanish woman is a really good dancer and her shirt is cut in the middle and she enjoys what I do, a little striptease action in the club. I unbutton my shirt and join in and spin Spanish woman around a few times but alas she’s like all other Spanish girls that won’t let me dance close or acknowledge I have a penis. Play around for a bit and give them kisses and Buenos noches and walk to the top patio. The top patio is nice it’s on a rooftop and there’s a huge white cylinder with pillows where people are relaxing and laying down.

Go back downstairs and the Turbo Hotties in sunglasses and basically booty shorts and flashy bras are sitting down. Tell one of them she is having too much fun sitting down on her ledge. She doesn’t really understand but asks me where I’m from. We talk for a bit, apparently she used to live in New York for a bit. She’s from Argentina originally and I tell her I can’t take on any more Argentinean girls named Florencia. Lucky, she is the first Argentinean girl that has a different name: Mariela. She works in Cancun; I guess Ibiza is the place to go for a crazy vacation if you already are normally in a place like Cancun. For looking like an unapproachable gorgeous model bombshell with badass sunglasses and a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude, she is surprisingly really nice. xx goodbye and see the guys are dancing by the bar so I go join them and 5:30am ish seems like it’s time to go home. We reflect a little: even though groups of Indian and random girls were checking us out, we were surprised how much fun we had just dancing in a group of dudes. Awesome night.

Wake up at 1pm after like a week of going to bed at 6am. We finally head over to lunch at Bar Tapas, the Tapas place that the Dutch man Michele owned. A little hint of a sore throat so I get café con leche. For tapas, I get filet and a tortilla Espanola and both are quite delicious. The filet is cooked in oil with a metric ton of garlic which is awesome. After this amazing meal, we go get some drinks and sit by the beach and relax. We find a hotel hot tub, but it’s filled with two creepy old men and a couple semi-cute women. The old guys leave after we brood in the corner, but sadly so do the girls. So it becomes 7 guys huddled up in a like 4 person hot tub. And by hot tub, I mean it was a sausage fest in luke warm water. We play around with the jets, if we turn the jets off and back on, there’s a splooge of water that shoots up into the air. Naren and I get out and he dries himself with the blow dryer in the men’s bathroom and I use the women’s. A little bit of PRANKS in mind, I start chucking rolls of toilet paper over the bathroom wall and into the hot tub. PRANKS! sidenote: back in barca I pulled out the new poster PRANKS while Aman was sleeping so he woke up to my padunkadunk ass 6 inches from his face.

We end up buying two bottles of Absinthe, which seems like a good way to ring in Tiesto for opening night. Oh, and Aman is in the number one party place in the world and he is fine with three beers. My first time having Absinthe, apparently we are supposed to caramelize sugar, light the shot on fire, blow it out, and take it. This shit burns my throat. That’s What She Said. Me and naren being lightweights feel shot one almost right away, but go for three rounds with all the guys and chug our coke-black absinthe mixed drink. The blue flame over the absinthe looks sick as shit though, I wanted to play pyro, but that probably is not the best idea in a foreign country.

Go to the bar where we got free shots last night and there are a lot of people there, hrm there might be a discobus here too. There are two cute girls standing by the lamppost so I go talk to them. I guess they are Dutch in the first like 20 seconds, but after Amanda, aka Emo Glasses says “come on dude”, I know they’re from California instantly. They go to UCSD but are from SF. Blithe tries to call me out on my wet-suit shirt.

Blithe: Why are you wearing that?
Shiva: I’m hunting sharks in the Ibiza waters tonight in my wet suit; it’s going to be awesome.
Blithe: That’s not a wetsuit, it’s a rash guard.
Shiva: Your mom’s a rash guard.

So turns out the discobus comes here too, and the girls are going to Tiesto too. They tell me my friends are glaring at me. I say I should probably go back over there, come with. We get there, and they are talking to a fun young couple that is trying to get on the bus too and they have been waiting for 40 minutes. If the bus doesn’t come soon we decide to cab it. Luckily the bus shows up out of nowhere with the party already started on board. All seven of us get onto the bus somehow, and we plead with the bus driver for dos mas, but sadly the couple didn’t make it on. Should have kicked these Cali girls or Malaysian guys out. Talk to one of the Malaysian guys because well, Wei is awesome, and maybe his people are awesome too. These guys are pretty lame and weird looking quiet Asian guys who probably listen to Tiesto while they play starcraft. The bus ride is a party and frankly awesome in itself. There are guys standing up in the back singing and chanting and we join them in hums, dad a daaa daaa, oleeey oley oley oley, and (rap das armas) parappappapapapa. I throw a “Time’s up, Let’s do this, LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROY MMMMJENKINSSSSSSS” once the club comes into view. The club is a enormous building with enough land around it to make a small amusement park. Finish our to-go absinthe bottle during the walk up to the club. Malaysian guys and Cali girls cross over the railing and sneak by on the grass: a-holes true, though I don’t care because I am amazing and we are having fun with the people around us with crazy hairpieces on.

Get into the club as the Love Lock Down remix is playing, SUPERSTAR. That’s all I have to say. We mosey all the way up to the DJ booth where we are literally 10 feet from Tiesto. The energy here is unbelievable; the only thing that rivals this is the White House crowd on election night. After a few people leave, we get on the rails, so we are right at the stage and it’s just the DJ booth between us and Tiesto. This music is awesome because you can dance anyway you like to it, some of the guys are doing bhangra, and there’s nothing wrong with some powerful fist pumping as well. The lights are spectacular, the music surreal, and the whole ensemble is LE…. wait for it, sorry if you didn’t get the chance to milk to thousands of people in a packed venue with some awesome music… GENDARY. Highlights of the night include Sex is on Fire remix, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and sampling from Tiesto’s new CD as well. The rest of the guys leave around 5:15am, but Shiva isn’t old yet and wants to hang around a little. Naren and I buy 6 euro water, our mouths are like deserts. We walk around past the pool which I am suited well for in the wet-shirt thing and to the back of the club. From seeing afar, we can now really appreciate the light show and the LEDs up front arrayed in different designs and figures. Leave around 6am, sun is coming up, an amazing day. Definitely considering cutting out a bit of London to come back here with Rishi.