Stories

Someone said 'we should go somewhere' on a Thursday. By Saturday night we were 400 miles from home in a city none of us had thought of four days earlier. Here's how that happened and why it was better than anything we planned.

We had a draft system. A rule about shoes. A dedicated parking spot at the end of the lot that everyone understood was not for parking. This is the oral history of 4B.

We had been friends for eleven years. Then he took my guy with the pick before mine and went silent for seventeen minutes. This is a field report on how fantasy sports stress-tests relationships.

There's a story every group of friends has. This is the template. Fill in your own details — you know exactly which night this is.

The loudest guy in the room. The guy who bet the under. The guy checking his phone every 45 seconds. A taxonomy of sportsbar behavior you have definitely witnessed.

Four days. Three cities. A bachelor party on Friday, the wedding on Saturday, a recovery brunch on Sunday that nobody was ready for. Here is what happened and the parts we're only slightly embarrassed about.

A first-person account of the trip nobody planned correctly, the sequence of decisions that made no sense individually but perfect sense together, and why the best stories are almost never the ones you intended to write.

Nobody was going to go. The timing was wrong. Three people had excuses. Then someone made one more call and we all showed up and by midnight it was the kind of night you still talk about years later. Here's the one that almost didn't happen.