Club Mayweather Party Bus

First of all, if PartyBussing was an Olympic sport, New Orleans would sweep the medals. Them fancy «oh, we have cushioned seats and tinted windows and a driver with a chauffers hat» that roll in from LA, Las Vegas, and Metairie would just deflate in embarrassment when the posse of makeshift NOLA partybusses rolled up… and not the ones that when you google «New Orleans Party Bus» show up with such yawn inducing concepts as ‘luxury’ and ‘worthy of your spectacular wedding day’…those aren’t party busses, they’re the modern day version of the limo with the sunroof and a goofball you never liked screaming ‘PARTAYYYY’ out of. Yuck, man.
A New Orleans party bus is what it is. Beg, borrow, steal, or even buy an old school bus, rip out the seats, put in a small bench or 2, duct tape a ripping sound system in, weld a stripper pole (or a few), add many epilepsy inducing strobe lights of a few colors, and get rolling
There are a few in town, the purple one being the most legendary, but we went with Club Mayweather cause they were friends of friends, and they were awesome. We had what folks on the bus said was one of the best times ever, and for $ 150 an hour it was a bargain. We were all afraid it was not gonna be fun, a bust of a birthday party, but it was legendary…
Here’s some rules of PartyBussing, some tips since it seems people can get it wrong.
A. Like a drunken butt bouncng Buddha might say, Its not the destination, its the journey. If you are doing it right, every time you get off the bus and onto the pavement or a bar where the landlubbers are, its an unneeded painful avalanche of reality. You realize there are 2 types of people, those shaking it to Donna Summer in an overstuffed disco bus, and the waking dead. The two should never meet, the others can only bring you down.
B. There are no seatbelts… that is good, if anyone sits, that means your dance mix sucks. Nothing you can do at this point. DO NOT SCREW UP THE DANCE MIX. I worked hours on mine. No one sat.
C. Pretend your going to Saudi Arabia or to visit your Baptist parents. Bring 3X as much booze as you think you need. Its hot in a bus. Those mini champagne cans are awesome. Bottles are dangerous. Start at a bar. No part of this should be attempted sober.
D. Plan your route correctly. Stay away from where College kids and rich people are at… they never worship the bus correctly. We had spur of the moment street dance parties from the music kicking out of our windows at ManChu and the gas station on Basin Street among a few others. People want to dance when they hear Joan Jett sing Do you wanna touch me, even if they never heard the song before. As a party busser, you are not there just to enjoy yourself, but to share with whoever is on the street.
E. Music Selection… cant be stressed enough. Variety, all eras, but all danceable. Start with a theme… Double Dutch Bus and the Ninth Ward Marching Band covering K-​Does Here Comes the Girls, then Cheap Trick Hes a Whore followed by OPP set a mood. A few that had the bus exploding after were Ooh Poo Pa Doo, New Rose, Hot Stuff, Bust a Move, Kids in America, Express Yourself (Bounce Version) Dont You Just Know It and Ca Plane Pour Moi. But use your own discretion, you are probably younger than me.
F. Fill the bus. They said 32 – 36 was max, so we went with 40. The more crowded, the less room to not dance. Peer pressure is a wonderful thing.
Top 3 Birthday party ever, and thats saying a lot. Club Mayweather Party Bus. Do it and do it right.