02/04/08: Everything’s groovy baby: EL AYOUN

I love the feeling you get as you veer right off the San Rafael roundabout and head towards El Ayoun - it’s that feeling of anticipation, like you never quite know how your night could end up. It could be a civilised cocktail or two, an amazing meal or an all-night dancing session… but tonight I was pretty sure of what to expect, given the invitation declared a ‘Boogie Nights’ theme.

Not owning any roller skates and not really knowing where to buy any in Ibiza at such late notice meant I couldn’t dress the part of Rollergirl. Shame really, since she’s one of my favourite fancy dress alter egos. Rather than risk looking slightly tacky without them - a look which would not suit Miss W or indeed El Ayoun AT ALL - I opted for 70s poolside glam, a floaty bejewelled kaftan and layer upon layer of beads (in a moment of weakness earlier today I picked up a strand or two at Purinma) and insisted my fellow White-ettes follow suit. Well, follow kaftan anyway!

Afro wigs, false ponytails, skin-tight silver leggings and Saturday Night Fever-esque tunes greeted us upon arrival - a sure sign that tonight was all about disco. That’s the thing I love about El Ayoun - it can go from chi-chi to cheeky overnight and you can have a different experience each and every time you go. Seriously, Miss W could go to El Ayoun every night of the week - if only she had enough fabulous outfits.

Must remember to invest in some roller skates for next time - Privado’s dance floor has the ideal surface for a mini roller disco!


THE LOWDOWN

The good: Privado’s cute cocktail waiters getting into the spirit of things - dressed to the nines and sporting wigs and make-up for the occasion, it was hard to tell who was having more fun, the guests or the staff!
The bad: Some people just really shouldn’t squeeze themselves into Lycra, no matter what the theme of the party. Enough said.
The gossip: Certain partygoers were heard mentioning that tonight’s event was a little too close to the opening party to warrant a return visit - are they mad?