After weeks of looking forward to the Remembering Ibiza party, today someone asked me how old was I when I started spending my nights there. I found myself lol. I got busted.
Now for the history lesson: Ibiza was the club de jour from the 90's located in the now renovated La Concha in Condado. The hotel lobby was a Liberace nightmare filled with golden angels, burgundy carpents and pastel furniture. But Ibiza on the other hand to us, was heaven. First it was Thursdays with the college kids.I was 16 and my partners in crime were Jenni,Morayma, Beatriz and Ingrid. The excuse to our moms? we needed to do a study session to catch up with some project ( how mom didn't noticed I really don't know- I was in a different school). Couple of years later I switched to Fridays to the Colony party where we danced until dawn. It opened up our minds to the new fresh beats of electronica. Later it was Sunday at Playa Ibiza, the beach after party.Bathing suits required.
How did I managed to get inside was the big question:simple,with the worst fake ID known to mankind. I paid $ 10 for a laminated piece of paper that simulated a Puerto Rico license. Even Tania, my kid sister who was 14 had one. Anyway that fake license was my passport to my travel plans and I was holding it tight. So many nights wondering what to wear,exchanging outfits and looking for cheap places to park( we were in college ,we were not going to pay for parking). When it closed, I was there to pay my final respects to such mystic place.
What made Ibiza special was definetly the music. It was the blood to our club family. It was our utopia.
Now to present times: you could imagine how giddy I got after receiving a small email through facebook saying that Abdullah and Orlin (dj and promoter respectively) were going to throw a little party just to remember the past. I RSVP' inmmediately.
On the night of the party, and after a quick stop at Joel's for some bubbly, I made my way to La Concha. The host at the lobby entrance knew me and as always I didn't made the line. As I entered, I felt something that I haven't felt in a while. I felt young. In the of the mom and pop suburbanites, I realized that I was still the kid. I remembered how I got there at the beginning: my trusty fake ID. I looked for my girls, they were already dancing. I looked around for familiar faces and founded a couple. People that I haven't seen in 10 years. It was great and hysterical at the same time. It felt like 10 years were 10 days ago.
The party exceded my expectations. They played EVERYTHING. C&C Music Factory, The Gypsy Kings, Vico C,Garibaldi,Kabah. Abdullah and Salgado worked the stage and got us, again, for one night only to our musical orgasmic state. Now I'm nostalgic.
I have developed different tastes in my music and prefer more of the lounge scene ( I'm maturing), but Ibiza will always be Ibiza. At the end, I left exactly like years before: blisters, sweaty with no makeup and shoes on my hand ( I know it was disgusting but I couldn't get a cab to drive me to the insides of the hotel's parking lot). The difference: no fake ID for this girl.
Currently listening: La Calle de la Sirenas by Kabah
Now for the history lesson: Ibiza was the club de jour from the 90's located in the now renovated La Concha in Condado. The hotel lobby was a Liberace nightmare filled with golden angels, burgundy carpents and pastel furniture. But Ibiza on the other hand to us, was heaven. First it was Thursdays with the college kids.I was 16 and my partners in crime were Jenni,Morayma, Beatriz and Ingrid. The excuse to our moms? we needed to do a study session to catch up with some project ( how mom didn't noticed I really don't know- I was in a different school). Couple of years later I switched to Fridays to the Colony party where we danced until dawn. It opened up our minds to the new fresh beats of electronica. Later it was Sunday at Playa Ibiza, the beach after party.Bathing suits required.
How did I managed to get inside was the big question:simple,with the worst fake ID known to mankind. I paid $ 10 for a laminated piece of paper that simulated a Puerto Rico license. Even Tania, my kid sister who was 14 had one. Anyway that fake license was my passport to my travel plans and I was holding it tight. So many nights wondering what to wear,exchanging outfits and looking for cheap places to park( we were in college ,we were not going to pay for parking). When it closed, I was there to pay my final respects to such mystic place.
What made Ibiza special was definetly the music. It was the blood to our club family. It was our utopia.
Now to present times: you could imagine how giddy I got after receiving a small email through facebook saying that Abdullah and Orlin (dj and promoter respectively) were going to throw a little party just to remember the past. I RSVP' inmmediately.
On the night of the party, and after a quick stop at Joel's for some bubbly, I made my way to La Concha. The host at the lobby entrance knew me and as always I didn't made the line. As I entered, I felt something that I haven't felt in a while. I felt young. In the of the mom and pop suburbanites, I realized that I was still the kid. I remembered how I got there at the beginning: my trusty fake ID. I looked for my girls, they were already dancing. I looked around for familiar faces and founded a couple. People that I haven't seen in 10 years. It was great and hysterical at the same time. It felt like 10 years were 10 days ago.
The party exceded my expectations. They played EVERYTHING. C&C Music Factory, The Gypsy Kings, Vico C,Garibaldi,Kabah. Abdullah and Salgado worked the stage and got us, again, for one night only to our musical orgasmic state. Now I'm nostalgic.
I have developed different tastes in my music and prefer more of the lounge scene ( I'm maturing), but Ibiza will always be Ibiza. At the end, I left exactly like years before: blisters, sweaty with no makeup and shoes on my hand ( I know it was disgusting but I couldn't get a cab to drive me to the insides of the hotel's parking lot). The difference: no fake ID for this girl.
Currently listening: La Calle de la Sirenas by Kabah
1 comment:
Great Writing! I have a similar story with Ibiza (my second home)Thanx for sharing!
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