Wow! That’s all my guest of honor Erick Morillo could utter after inspecting each and every room of my castle in the Hamptons this past 4th of July weekend. The superstar DJ, who travels the globe constantly and is shown the red carpet everywhere (due to the nature of his business and the status he has earned), thought he had literally seen and done it all. Then he spent the night partying at my place. As if in a trance (not caused by spinning trance) he marveled at the beauty, sounds, and size of the place.
“You rocked my world and have taken me to another place,” Erick said to me. “Well,” I replied, “You’ve taken so many people to another place with the power of your music, that you deserve to have someone give you the same experience in return.”
Of course my hosting was aided by a few things: flaming bowls, exotic flower arrangements, multi-colored lasers, lava lamps, strobe lights, black lights, an infinity pool, jacuzzis and an ornate 15,000-square-foot medieval fortress with gates, a moat, a drawbridge, a dungeon and secret rooms.
I wanted Erick to have a great time so I invited tons of beautiful women to my castle for him to meet. But, sometimes the castle is just too much for people to handle. After all, it does have creepy knights in armor scattered around, and swarms of real bats, which fly low over the misty pool, just like Count Dracula’s castle in Transylvania. But unlike the vampire movies where people really do go missing, the castle I own has never lost a guest… However one visitor freaked out this weekend thinking that her missing friends were in some sort of danger. That conclusion couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Her friends were having so much fun in the castle that they kind of forgot their friend outside by the pool. The girl by the pool wanted to leave, couldn’t find the friends who had abandoned her, started to have a panic attack and called the police saying something had happened to her two girlfriends. The fuzz call was a buzzkill for me, my friends and my special guest Erick. Luckily when the police arrived, the cops thought she was the nutty one for making an emergency call at 5:00 in the morning when it wasn’t a real emergency.
The medieval madness and the insane police drama caused Erick to say it again… “Wow!” Only this time he added, “I have to get my own castle!”
Life at best is short. PARTY TILL YOU DIE!
-Sir Ivan aka Peaceman
“The Party King of the World”
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