We got a request recently for a coach for a hen party weekend in Killarney. 20 hens, heading from Galway to Killarney on the Saturday, returning on the Sunday. Pick up at a licenced premises on the Saturday at noon, returning to Galway for 18:00 on Sunday. Nice and handy, you’d imagine.
Pulled into the car park round about 11:40, no sign of anyone. Parked up and went in for a cup of tea before we load up and hit the road. There they were, most of them anyway, having a champagne breakfast complete with full Irish and toast if you wanted it. I knew by the goings on that this was not going to be a 12 noon departure, but not to worry, the day was dry, plenty of light left, we’ll be grand.
Had a bite to eat, not too much champagne, they take a dim view to the coach driver drinking nowadays, once upon a time it was all the rage.
Champagne was all gone, time for shots and pints. The music was turned up and the chatter began to get a bit louder to compensate and then the dancing started. Things were starting to get a little bit boisterous at this stage so it was time to start loading up and get on the road. Started to gather up all the luggage and put it on the coach, while 3 or 4 very enterprising hens decorated the inside of the coach. There were banners, balloons and party streamers all over the place.
After a group photograph alongside the coach, a few drags of the last cigarettes before Killarney and a final promise to the Fiancé, assembled boyfriends, partners and husbands that “we will behave ourselves, we won’t do anything stupid and we love you dearly” it was all on the coach. Everyone in their seats, close the door, put her into drive, release the handbrake, a quick toot of the air horn and away we go.