Elisabeth, Alyssa, and myself found last minute flights to Ibiza to get away for the weekend. Ibiza is Europe's version of Vegas without the shows, or gambling, or things to do other than party. Oh well. The first day we got there was quite tame. The girls found Sangria at a small bar on the beach. I had the most delicious milk shake that was devoured in under four minutes. Castle food is brutal and revolting. We walked around Sant Antonio until we found a beach and just laid down for a couple of hours. Albeit, that only lasted until dinner time when we found a tapas place. The group decided to go to a day club to see the Ibiza party scene in a tame manner. The Ocean Beach Club was incredible. We watched Steve Aoki play live which I guess from other people is a major deal ad should have been more than the 20 Euro cover we paid. The club had a pool on the inside of it, which was hilarious to watch all of the people deal with and maneuver around. Of course we met several lawyers and had some great chats about how we should change our minds and work in London. English lawyers, for the most part, are regulated in their hours per week. We went for a quick bite to eat at a local place then out to the Cafe Mambo to rap up the night. I cannot believe that people do a day club, mid night club, then a superclub. The clubs in Ibiza close at 6 in the morning. We called it a night around midnight which was super tame according to the rest of the castle crew. I am not a partier nor will it ever be my thing. The rest of the weekend was spent on a lovely beach in Sant Antonio reading Commercial Arbitration and International Trade Law. Lis got one of the best burns I have seen in a while. It appeared to have given her wings (cue Red Bull joke).
As a whole, Brody would love Ibiza and the rest of the world should just pass. It is a constant whomping of awful dubstep music and a lot of drunken English people.
AFN
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