Genie in a Bottle: Heineken’s Fantasy Island
No, there was no Mr. Roarke or his tiny sidekick, Tattoo, but Heineken’s Fantasy Island seduced partiers aplenty into shelling out their hard earned guanikiki for the sellout mega bash. The marathon soiree, which took place two weekends ago saw the Heineken brigades take over the grounds of El Conquistador Hotel in Fajardo, fulfilling the promise of a wild experience.
Guests were received with an explosive party reminiscent of MTV’s “The Grind”. Bikinis, music, and yard containers of Heineken were everywhere. The music of local DJs and urban artists glazed the party. Cultural Profética and the Batucada added the ethnic flow.
The large, bikini-clad crowd danced non-stop: in the pools, in the Jacuzzis, on the stage, everywhere. Regardless of the music and the invited artists, the real star of the show was the public: They were the stars of their own Fantasy Island.
Many members of the partying crowd used their cell phones to send pictures to friends who were without tickets to the sold-out event. The night delivered the excitement that it initially promised and the line-up of talented artists kept everyone on their feet. Twelve hours of non-stop dancing were hardly enough to tire the energetic crowd.
When the event came to a close, revelers tuned back to reality. Saddened by end of Fantasy Island, their tired faces expressed a slight grin of satisfaction. They’ll be eagerly anticipating the next green bash and those who missed it will make sure to buy their tickets on time.
By Sheyla Rivera
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