I miss going to Ibiza every weekend.

No, I don’t live a jet-setting lifestyle. In fact, I’ve never even stepped foot on the Spanish island of Ibiza.

I have, however, attended my fair share of foam parties.

The trend soared in popularity during my college days, though Wikipedia dates foam parties back to 1932. Across the U.S., nightclub owners have tried to create the wet and wild atmosphere that fills international hot spots.

For uninitiated readers, a foam party basically consists of your average nightclub -- only with a dance floor filled with foam and bubbles.

Like many veteran partiers, I’ve danced in foam while weighing my likelihood of contracting a rare skin disease. I’ve wondered if it’s appropriate to laugh at people fall upon entering and exiting the slippery dance floor.

Years ago, I even attended a foam party at a now-reinvented Columbus nightclub. It wasn’t Ibiza or New York, but the venue offered the same possibilities for fungus-induced fears.

Then, without warning, foam parties seemed destined for extinction.

OK, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Maybe my absence from big city life has put me out of touch with a thriving foam party empire.

But foam parties don’t dominate our local nightlife calendar. I’m guessing we’re not the only area suffering from this kind of deprivation.

Here’s my proposition, nightlife fans: Let’s bring back the fun of foam.

Begin by attending Saturday’s Summer Foam Party at Bourbon Street Bar in Auburn. On Facebook, organizers warn the foam only harms things water would. And no, if you attend the party, you don’t have to get wet.

Sure, the premise doesn’t appeal to everybody. But with the right level of preparation, it becomes a bit more palatable.

For starters, choose your getup wisely. Advance knowledge of foam’s “wet effect” gives you no right to complain about any party casualties involving see-through apparel.

Along those lines, remember that this is a foam party, not a Sports Illustrated swimsuit photo shoot. Please use discretion.

Brave the foam in flip flops or sandals. Naturally, the goal is to minimize your risk of falling. My sympathy only goes so far when you fall after entering the foam in high heels.

Why do we need foam parties?

If nothing else, they offer the people-watching thrill that often comes with midriff exposure. On a deeper level, the parties offer another necessary departure from the monotony of Bud Lights and jukebox tunes.

I already hear Ibiza calling.