I went to Mecca... Clubbing Mecca!!!!!!

Yeah baby, Ibiza, Spain. No towels around the noggin', only on the sand. Topless Yurrupian hotties everywhere. Effin' unbelivable clubs. Great restaurants.

Pros.
Cream at Amnesia. Paul van Dyke and Tiesto whipping the crowd into a mating frenzy. Insane sound and laser systems.

Pacha. Lots of gold diggers and aging playboys with extortionate drink prices, but the music and decor are so worth it.

Bora Bora beach club. Dancing away the left-over energy from the night before, in the afternoon, oogling topless babes dancing away their E comedown with Vodka/RedBulls and cocaine chasers.

Ibiza Port. UNESCO world heritage sight. Beautifull at night, but a lot of pushy drug dealers. Lots of very expensive yachts.

Restaurants. Tapas to die for. Great small restaurants that loud mouth Brit beer boys haven't ruined yet.

Sunsets at the famous Cafe del Mar. Sipping Sangria, listening to the signature chill-out beats, pure bliss.

Most women are wacked out on E. Pretty self explanotary.

Manumission. Ten Years of decadence. Mis-steped this year a bit but should return to awsomness next year.

Worst clubbing nights are Friday and Saturday. Best parties are mid-week. Total crazyness.

The natural beauty. Caves, beaches etc.

Lots of hippies. It was a hippie paradise in the 60's. Reminds you why you made the right choice of not to become one.

You can now rent Ferraris there.

The island gets better every year. Restaurants, new clubs, new boutique hotels etc.

Cons.

Cliche, but it's the day you leave.

Takes a month to get on the same wave-lenth as the "squares".

You realistically need another vacation to get over this one.