In my 20s, party buses were probably one of my favorite ways to spend a Saturday night. We planned them for birthdays, Halloween, New Year’s Eve – you give us an occasion, we’ll book a party bus.
This past weekend, I went on my first party bus in my 30s, and I loved it! But it was different than my party bus experiences in the past…
- We stopped at a llama farm because why not?
- It started at 2pm in the afternoon and ended by 7pm, which is earlier than our buses have even started in the past.
- There was food on the bus that people actually ate.
- We stayed at bars that were at least 10-30 minutes outside of the cities – townie bars FTW!
If you’re thinking about planning a party bus in your 30s, here are some survival tips:
Snacks are a must.
Our party bus hosts were super smart and brought sandwiches for everyone – just a pack of that yummy Hawaiian bread with some cheese and deli meat. They tasted delicious after a couple cocktails and kept us from getting super sloppy (we were still a little sloppy…).
Day drinking is your friend.
The party bus picked us up at 2pm and had us dropped off by 7pm. I was in bed by 8:30, and it was amazing. I felt pretty great on Sunday morning (besides my damn cold).
Don’t forget water.
I forgot water. Huge mistake. Bring a pack of water bottles, and I guarantee everyone will be thanking you for helping them stay hydrated.
Plan your pace.
I decided that the peak of my drunk had to be around 5/5:30 in order to feel OK when I went to bed and wake up hangover free. So I slammed shots before that time, and it ended up working out for me. However, I could see this type of plan backfiring pretty easily.
Non-bar stops can be a blast.
We stopped at a llama farm. Yup, a llama farm was our first stop on a 30th birthday party bus. It was hilarious and super fun! Consider adding a stop that doesn’t have anything to do with drinking to help you pace yourself.
Anyone else love party buses? What are your tips for survival on the moving party bar?