Over the past couple of years, we couldn’t help but notice a transition. Exit the roaring 20’s, the blackout techno mazes, the hazy hangovers, the month-long benders and the obliteration of any form of maturity.
We were being inexorably pulled into the world of cosy dinners, double dates, Saturdays at the park, and all that 30’s blablabla.
BUT.
When one gets married, one throws a stag/hen party to blow one’s head off one last time, and dig that final hoorah to the bone. The goal? Move on with no regrets. So why shouldn’t the past 10 years of decadence enjoy a similar closure ??
We believed our roaring 20s deserve their GRAND EXIT!!
🔥That's why we created “FFFFF”🔥
The FINAL FUCKING FILTHY FLOATING FESTIVAL
The Last. Ultimate. Biggest. Craziest. Nastiest. Darkest. Apocalyptic. Sailing send-off.
10 boats, 100+ crew, and a week of barking mayhem where limits - for one last time - didn't exist.
We want you to come back wrecked, exhausted, bruised, concussed…
…but with a deep sense of relief and accomplishment, ready to move on with adult life.
You only die once.