The Stag’s Booze Voyage
Bucks mission brief
The Stag’s Booze Voyage launches your crew straight into a three part storm of feasting, flirting and full blown nautical mischief. Kick off with cold drinks, hot food and a bikini waitress who hijacks the buck’s composure instantly. Then take the mayhem offshore on a catamaran style yacht built for bevs, banter and bad decisions in the sea breeze. End the night with a strip club spectacle the lads will quote for years. For blokes who want the boat rocking long before the ocean does, this is the send-off.
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$329.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!The kind of night a stag remembers forever is never born on land. It begins on water… with beers cracking, a bikini-clad distraction rattling every lad at the table and a yacht waiting to drag the crew into nautical mayhem. The Stag’s Booze Voyage is the Gold Coast send-off built for blokes who want their night unhinged, unfiltered and undeniably wet. You get pub chaos, a bombshell waitress, your own boat and a strip club crescendo that turns the groom into myth. My Ultimate charts the kind of voyage that makes land-based Bucks nights look soft. Tonight, the horizon belongs to you.
Your voyage opens at our bar and bistro, where a reserved table awaits like the first checkpoint on a map of chaos. No scavenger hunt for seats. No awkward loitering near families trying to finish dinner. You walk in like a crew already halfway to trouble. Drinks arrive immediately, and the share plates drop fast and heavy. Calamari, wings, garlic bread, wedges and fries cover the table in a spread that tells every bloke at once that this is no gentle evening. The noise spikes. The buck settles into his pre-voyage swagger. The lads prepare emotionally for the foolery ahead.
Then she arrives... your very own bodacious bikini waitress. The human plot twist built specifically to hijack the buck’s attention span. She pours drinks with lethal accuracy, leans in close, laughs at all the right moments and reduces the groom to a malfunctioning robot in under sixty seconds. His voice does strange things. His face turns pink. The table erupts with abuse and gloating.
With morale high and the buck officially destabilised, it is time to leave the safety of land. Down at the marina, your private My Ultimate catamaran-style yacht gleams like a floating bachelor bunker. The crew boards with armfuls of bevvies, mixers, soft drinks and snacks, each man fully aware he is about to behave in ways he cannot defend later. When the yacht pushes off and the ocean breeze hits, the entire energy flips. Music pumps. Drinks crack open. The buck attempts a Titanic pose and looks like a windswept idiot. The lads spread across the deck, claiming territory like drunken sailors rediscovering land. Stories get louder. Embarrassment becomes oxygen. The Stag’s Booze Voyage is now fully in motion.
But every great maritime mess needs a land-based finale powerful enough to finish the story properly.
Your arrival at our premier strip club is effortless. Complimentary entry. No queuing. No begging the bouncers. You glide straight in like men returning from a reckless expedition. Inside, the lights dip low and the air shifts into something wicked. The buck tries to act unfazed. We bet he is extremely fazed! Then the showstopper emerges. She moves with slow, deliberate confidence that crushes whatever courage the buck had left. The boys go silent. She locks eyes on him. And then she calls him up. The eruption is instant. The lads go feral. The buck climbs on stage like a man walking to his own trial. She peels off his shirt in one clean pull and delivers a lap dance so intense it practically resets his personality. Drinks spill. Mates shriek. Someone falls off their chair laughing. The buck looks overwhelmed, terrified and thrilled in equal measure. It is perfection. When he stumbles back to the table glowing like he has seen the afterlife, the crew knows this night is one for the record books.
The Stag’s Booze Voyage is not a night out. It is a waterlogged odyssey of temptation and celebration engineered to give the groom his final taste of freedom before he sails into married life. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to lock your place aboard. Plenty of nights blur together over the years, but this one will stick to the buck like sea salt and regret. Claim it before another crew steals your tide!