Cruise, Booze and Babes
Bucks mission brief
This is the Gold Coast night built for blokes who believe every Bucks deserves boats, babes and behaviour that should never be retold. Start with drinks and share plates while your bikini waitress sends the buck spinning. Then take the chaos offshore on your private yacht where the cans stay cold, the playlist stays loud and the lads turn into sea menaces instantly. Finish strong with a strip club finale guaranteed to rewrite the man’s personality. For a Bucks group ready to go overboard in style, this is the ultimate voyage.
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$299.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!When a Bucks crew signs up for Cruise, Booze and Babes, subtlety dies on the spot. This is the Gold Coast blowout built for men who want their night loud, unfiltered and floating on a yacht that behaves more like a drifting party bunker than a vessel. Pub indulgence to kick things off, a bikini waitress to scramble the buck’s brain and a strip club finale wild enough to demand legal disclaimers. My Ultimate does not assemble nights. We weaponise them. And tonight, the boys are going offshore for glory!
Your night lifts off at our bar and bistro, where a reserved table sits waiting like a private command centre for chaos. No hovering behind strangers hoping they move. No splitting the group because only two stools exist at the bar. You march in, and drinks land instantly, followed by a spread of calamari, wings, garlic bread, wedges and fries that vanish faster than anyone admits to later. The volume spikes. The jokes hit dangerous levels. The buck is already halfway to disaster.
Then the tide changes. Your bikini waitress arrives, moving with the kind of easy confidence that could destabilise a small country. She bends the room to her will in under thirty seconds. She leans in close to the buck. She teases him gently. She tops up his drink before anyone else. His soul leaves his body while the lads sit back, grinning with predatory joy. We have seen this moment a thousand times, and it never gets old.
Once the lads are properly charged, it is time to abandon land altogether. Down at the marina your private My Ultimate catamaran-style yacht gleams like a floating threat. You haul your bevvies, mixers and snacks aboard with the energy of men smuggling joy onto international waters. The moment the boat pushes off the dock, the night mutates. The ocean breeze grabs you. The music rolls across the deck. The buck poses at the bow in a deeply unserious attempt at looking heroic while holding a beer sideways. The lads spread out like feral maritime kings, talking big, laughing harder and predicting which idiot will be the first to slip overboard.
But the sea is only the middle chapter. The finale is waiting back onshore.
Your arrival at our premier strip club comes with complimentary entry and the kind of VIP glide that suggests you are far more important than you are. Inside, the lights drop low, the air thickens with promise and every bloke acts like he was dragged here against his will. Lies. All lies.
Then the show begins. The bombshell steps out, every movement slow, deliberate and devastating. The buck freezes like a stunned animal. The lads edge forward in their seats, drinks forgotten.
When she calls him to the stage, the table detonates into hysteria. He climbs up there with the energy of a man walking toward a life lesson he did not ask for. She strips off his shirt, sits him down and unleashes a lap dance so intense the entire group nearly collapses from laughter and disbelief. Drinks slosh. Men wheeze. Someone covers their eyes while peeking through their fingers. The buck looks spiritually altered. Excellent.
When he finally staggers back to the table, red-faced and glowing like a man who has seen the inside of destiny, the whole crew knows the truth. You just delivered the kind of night people pretend to forget but talk about forever.
Cruise, Booze and Babes is not a night out. It is a floating, flashing, buck-breaking odyssey engineered to send the man off in absolute chaos. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to secure your yacht. Plenty of crews talk big… but only the bold ones claim a night that becomes legendary by morning.