I can't remember when I first heard about Ibiza's infamous party scene but everything I heard was true:
The parties don't start until 3 am
The parties don't stop until well after sunrise
The clubs are monstrous holding thousands
The party themes are elaborate and over the top
It doesn't matter if it's a Tuesday or a Saturday if you're in Ibiza in the summer it’s a party
Jorge and I fist pumped our way into Amnesia at 2:30 am ready to turn the party up. As we entered our hearts began to move to the beat of the DJ, our veins pumped with the energy of our fellow party goers, and our minds were hypnotized by the flashing techno lights of the club. At that moment Amnesia took over us.
Fast Forward 2hrs
I began to wonder if we were at the right party. Where was the foam? Don't get me wrong I was having a blast but I came here for the FOAM.
At 6am, a dozen or so hot girls walked out onto the upper stage. The club went wild. They poured bottles of Champagne into the crowd. Like Houdini a sexy Jamaican King appeared on the stage and commanded the foam to pour. I ran for cover amazed at the amount of foam and water. Gradually, I made my way back to the center of the dance floor and once again I let Amnesia's power take over me.
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