Moments at the Door: How Verena Kerth and Claudia Obert Saved the Red Party by Going Red

Red Dress Code, Strict Door Policy – and a Happy Ending

Sometimes it happens: You stand before the entrance, the music blasts, the lights flash – and the bouncer shakes his head. Something like that happened on a warm Saturday evening at Paseo Marítimo, when two well-known faces briefly found themselves on the threshold.

Verena Kerth and Claudia Obert had come to the island's famous beach club for the legendary Red Party night. The rules were clear: Red is mandatory. Only: Both apparently interpreted the instruction a bit more freely. Kerth appeared in a delicate pink-tinted dress, Obert in a white, floral dress.

Denied – and then improvised

Around 11:15 PM, as eyewitnesses tell it, they were stopped just before the entrance. The bouncer remained persistent: No red, no entry. No discussion, only a suggestion to look in the house shop. There, however: sold out. A moment of disappointment, visible shoulders, a small frown.

But Mallorca wouldn’t be Mallorca if there wasn’t a Plan B ready right away. Directly opposite, a small shop on the corner to the Passeig, yes, one of those with a mixed assortment – still had a few red dresses hanging. 9.99 euros per piece, more bargain than design, one would say. Decisively, the two bought one and headed back.

Applause instead of trouble

This time the door opened. Applause, a few eye-rolls, and laughter: they were let in. The club scene was – typical Red Party – showy: dancers, red decor, a pool, with a surfboard used as a stage. Fireworks, burning champagne bottles, trumpets, and, of course, enough champagne so the glass never ran dry.

There were small dramas off the dance floor: Someone spilled red wine on a white designer pair of pants, another phone was frantically searched for — life happens when you mix glamour with everyday chaos. And yes: a good-humored man of obvious means strolled through the VIP area, surrounded by a crowd of young companions.

Who needs haute couture when a store around the corner helps Claudia later said with a grin. And Verena? She laughed, brushed the sand from the hem, and simply danced along.

Conclusion

Some evenings on Mallorca take their best turn only when something goes wrong. A doorman, an empty shop, a quick dress from the neighbor store – and suddenly you belong to the party again. Charming, a little chaotic, and in the end exactly as you sometimes wish it here.

So the next time you go to a themed party: Always carry a bit of red. Or have a Plan B in your pocket-sized format.