For those of you who follow the blog, we returned to the land of the sloppy Brits. We stayed in a better part of the island this year, and by better we mean a step below a motel 6 status. We checked into our dump, and pretty much partied the entire 4 days. We told every single person that we aren't British. We slept till 4pm everyday, and went to the beach until 4am every night 
(?). All the while, letting all the girls know they were lucky to be in the prescne of young men from the same country as Michael Jackson. We used to make fun of the britsh "mates" for singing and being obnoxious, this year we just sang "Proud To Be an American" as loud as we could all night long. It was a lot better Ibiza trip this year. Don't get us wrong, last year was pretty amazing. However, traveling with a millionaire in a place with a bunch of British gold diggers can be pretty amazing. Ace got every cute girl on Bora Bora beach because we let them know his bank account is the bank's ammount.
(?). All the while, letting all the girls know they were lucky to be in the prescne of young men from the same country as Michael Jackson. We used to make fun of the britsh "mates" for singing and being obnoxious, this year we just sang "Proud To Be an American" as loud as we could all night long. It was a lot better Ibiza trip this year. Don't get us wrong, last year was pretty amazing. However, traveling with a millionaire in a place with a bunch of British gold diggers can be pretty amazing. Ace got every cute girl on Bora Bora beach because we let them know his bank account is the bank's ammount.
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