Who's Your Caddy?
Bucks mission brief
Who's Your Caddy? opens at a Bavarian beerhall, reserved seats waiting and beers already poured before the Buck's handed a stein sized for someone twice him. Brezels hit the table while the group settles in. From there it's a golf and multisport simulator, your own bay reserved, playing loose with a licensed bar an arm's reach away. The night closes in a laneway speakeasy: a cordoned VIP booth, two hours of free-flowing drinks, and a table of Turkish breads, dips, mac and cheese balls and calamari. Somewhere in that booth a lingerie waitress arrives, and for two hours the Buck is the only one she's interested in. Every stop, you walk straight in.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, with a minimum of 12 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Who's Your Caddy? starts the way any three-stop send-off with a beerhall, a simulator bay and a laneway speakeasy really has to start: with the group being told to stop deciding things, and just be somewhere reserved.
Nobody in this crew is on group chat duty tonight, working out which pub's still got room for twelve at nine on a Saturday. The reservations already exist, in the right order, so the only job left is turning up.
First stop is a proper Bavarian beerhall, and the seats are already yours before anyone's ordered a thing. A round lands the second the group sits down, brezels hit the table warm, and then the Buck gets handed his stein: a genuine two-hander, built for someone with considerably longer arms than his, while the rest of the table gets the sensible-sized version and a front-row seat to watching him lose the fight with it.
From the beerhall it's across to a golf and multisport simulator, your own bay reserved and waiting, no queue for a screen and no fighting a stranger's group for time on it. Freeplay means nobody's locked into drills: golf, cricket, footy, whatever the group wants to line up next, with a licensed bar close enough that a round doesn't cost anyone their turn. The Buck's swing gets dissected in real time, on a leaderboard that remembers every miss.
Last stop is a laneway speakeasy, and this is where the pace changes. A VIP booth, cordoned off from the rest of the room, is held for your crew alone: two hours of free-flowing drinks, spirits through to soft drinks for whoever's pacing themselves, and a spread of Turkish breads, dips, mac and cheese balls and calamari that lands at the booth without anyone having to chase a waiter down.
Except the booth isn't finished with the Buck yet. For that same two hours, a lingerie waitress works the room with a clear favourite, and she keeps finding her way back to exactly one seat. By the third lap, the rest of the group has stopped pretending it's a coincidence.
And you? You're the one who put a beerhall, a simulator bay and a VIP booth into a single night without a single group-chat vote. You watched the stein nearly get the better of him, you watched him lose to blokes who'd never touched a simulator club before tonight, and you watched his face the first time the waitress doubled back. Every photo from tonight has you in it, not stuck behind a phone trying to hold six plans together at once.
Who's Your Caddy? only runs once per date, for one crew. Check your date now, because the version of this story worth retelling only happens if you're the one who locked it in before it slipped.