Oh Pacha. Pacha, Pacha, Pacha Ibiza. I, along with friends from Replay Jeans, recently went to the Fuck Me I’m Famous party by David Guetta at Pacha a couple of days ago. I must say that it’s one of the best, definitely the most mind-blowing party I’ve been to in the past decade. It was pure sensory overload. I don’t even know where to begin — the extreme laser beams, the burlesque dancers, the art direction, the steam, dancing on the VIP balcony, the endless stream of Vodka and Dom Perignon. The music, oh the music, was EVERYTHING. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike were on the decks when we came to the club and then David Guetta did his thing. It was one bombastic track after another. It was intense.
On a side note, I feel horrible for all the non-VIP people on the main dancefloor whose movements were restricted to hand/arm raising — the club was packed, not like sardines but more like vaccuum-sealed. It’s crazy! TBH, I wouldn’t go to Pacha unless a table is booked. There is absolutely NO way you’ll enjoy the club if you don’t have a table or space to dance. I **LOVE** Pacha Ibiza!