Get Ship Faced
Bucks mission brief
Get Ship Faced puts the Buck on the water before anyone's caught their breath. Three hours aboard your own private catamaran, esky loaded, tunes running, Opera House and Harbour Bridge easing past while a stunner works the deck the whole way, banter alive and the Buck stuck in every second photo. From the water it's straight into a reserved seating area at the waterfront bar, a jug already on the table and a bonus beer waiting just for him, before the night settles at a central bar with its own reserved table, each bloke picking his own feed and the Buck copping one more round on the house.
Game Plan
$579.00 per person, based on 6 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Get Ship Faced starts the way most bucks nights only dream of finishing: on the water, three hours in, before a single argument about where to go next has had the chance to happen.
The crew climbs aboard your own private catamaran, esky already stocked and waiting, nobody else's night bleeding into yours. No queue at a gangplank, no waiting for anyone else to finish their round: just the boat, the boys, and whatever you've brought on board with you.
The engines settle into a cruise and the first drinks crack open properly, music running, the city starting to slide past on both sides. This is the part where the group finally exhales: three hours with nowhere else to be and nothing left to organise.
Somewhere in the middle of that first drink, the stunner finds her way around the group, and she's not shy about who the night belongs to. She works the deck properly, drinks topped up, banter thrown back as good as it's given, and somehow every second photo taken for the next hour has the Buck stuck right in the middle of it, whether he's ready for the camera or not. The Opera House comes up on one side, the Harbour Bridge on the other, and for a good stretch nobody's talking about anything except getting the shot. It's the kind of backdrop that makes even the average phone photo look like it belongs on a postcard, and every single one of them will end up in the group chat before the night's even over.
From the water, the crew steps into a reserved seating area at the waterfront bar, a jug already sitting on the table before anyone's properly sat down, and a bonus beer landing in front of the Buck on the house, because after that boat he's earned the first round without lifting a finger. The exclusive, discounted cocktail list is there for whoever wants to make the move from beer to something sharper.
Last stop is a central bar with its own reserved table waiting, and this is where everyone finally eats properly: burger, parma or pizza, each bloke picking his own, paired with a beer or a spirit and mixer, whichever way he's leaning by that point in the night. The Buck gets handed one more drink on the house, because the man closing out his own send-off doesn't pay for a single round of it.
You were in every bit of it, not organising it: raising a glass on the water, watching the Buck get swarmed for photos he didn't ask for, and finally sitting down to a feed you didn't have to book, chase or confirm. Somewhere around that second bar, someone in the group is going to ask how you managed to pull the whole thing off without a single hitch. That's the story you get to tell.
There's one private catamaran running this exact day, for one crew only, and once it's gone there's no second boat quietly waiting to take its place. Check your date before that's the case for yours too.