My best friend's wedding in Acapulco. Six days long.
They rented a compound,
Villa Arabesque, for the bridal party and close friends. The house was used as the home of one of the villains in a James Bond movie (Robert Davi). The parents and older folks stayed at hotels nearby. At the time, the entirety of her American friends were DJs, nightclub managers and bartenders from New York, Boston, Vegas, and LA. The Mexican friends were much, much cooler. She is half Mexican, as is her husband, and she grew up there. Her dad worked for Pablo Escobar, as did the parents of all her friends. So her friends were a bunch of rich Acapulco kids, who were completely juiced into the city.
At least 8 of the DJs who attended brought their equipment, including vinyl, and we had the DJ set up at the main pool (I think there was 5 pools at the villa). Once the wedding ceremony was over (Day 2), there was someone spinning constantly, at least until I left 4 days later. There was a full staff at the villa, including two drivers 24/7.
The party was pretty self-contained, the same 40-50 people for the most part, others came and went. It was booze, smoke, blow, and E, depending on what made sense at that time of day. But it went on, post wedding, for 4 days straight. people slept here and there, but there was never, ever a time when everyone was sleeping. i remember sitting at the bar during breakfast, having OJ, and the bartender being completely horrified by us ("Eeeh, people come and party, yes. But, aaaaahh.....sometime.....they sleep"
).
There was a bed set up, all by itself, on the bay (Acapulco is built on hills around a bay, there's pretty much a cool view everywhere). You had to walk down this long stone staircase to get there, and it was just this randowm huge bed, sitting out there by itself. I brought on of Karla's friends down there, and we spent the night. When I woke up, there was another couple in the bed with us. I remembered having sex in the bed with MY girl, and the other dude remembered having sex in that bed with HIS girl, but not one of us could remember how ALL of us ended up in there. I spent a LOT of time trying to figure that one out.
The 5th night was the big nightclub outing, even tho all of us had gone to various nightclubs before (including the strip club/brothel where a midget in a military uniform greeted you when you came in, and the servers were all guys with white hard hats and roller skates. No, really.)
The owner of the club, Palladium, had hooked us up with bottle service tables, and 60 hits of some of the best E I have ever had. The DJ, Sandra Collins, was killing it. I was in the bathroom at one point, and the bass was so heavy, my beer vibrated off the urinal. I turned to the best man, and said, "Man, you feel that?" He looked at me, and threw up in his urinal. He said the bass made him throw up, which was hilarious. We had about 12 hits left over by 2 a.m., and one of the guys was holding it in his sock. Big mistake. He was sweating, that stuff dissolved, and he was having a bad time by 3 a.m. The really brutal part was, he was leaving on a noon flight for Vegas that day, to join a bachelor party. I have no idea how he did it.
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But yea actually I never have used that word until I typed it here.
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