The Yelp guideline for 5 stars could serve as a succinct description of my birthday party on the Big Red Bus: "Woohoo! As good as it gets!"
Indeed, riding the Big Red Bus makes for one of the finest nights of entertainment one could ever hope for, so long as you surround yourself with the right company. I'd imagine the experience wouldn't be quite so fantastic if you were stuck on a bus with a troop of motion-sick girl scouts and extras from "Sewer: The Musical (in Smell-o-Vision)." Thankfully, I was accompanied on the Big Red Bus by merry-making friends and loved ones.
Our entire experience, from initial contact with Peter (the owner/operator of the Big Red Bus company) to planning the route, to the actual execution of the party on Friday night, was smooth and painless. These folks are the utmost professionals at making sure you and yours have the most fun you've ever had on a moving vehicle. It was like a private VIP club on wheels - you get two floors, a bar area, flat-panel tv's, separate sound systems for the top and bottom deck, and a host and driver to ensure all your needs and whims are fulfilled. They definitely deserve every red Yelp star they get, and more.
On the other hand, the bar for birthday parties has now been raised so high that this will effectively be my last big bash; only an MTV Super Sweet Sixteen style fete could rival it, and only then if it involved helicopters, 23 ft tall ice sculptures of me, and a live duet performance by Barry Manilow and Rick Astley.
Until then though, I will always have the memories of my 30th Birthday Bus Ballyhoo, which was attended by... some people... at which we... drank things... and went places. "What a memorable night indeed," you say, poorly hiding the sarcasm in your voice. Oh I heard that tone, miss sassafrass. Damn my poor memory indeed, I've already forgotten all the details! Good thing there exist photographic evidence; from the looks of it, it sure seems like we all had a swell time drinking punch and singing kumbaya!
*Addendum: I was reminded that one of the plasma tv's on the bottom deck was broken. I think it must've been busted when a girl twirled a little too hard on the stripper pole and flew into the tv. It's like when Icarus flew a little too close to the sun. Sometimes you CAN try too hard. read more