We could never seem to make it work anymore. Not since Zack got married, anyway. First it was him, then Brent, and finally even Whitney tied the knot. One by one, everyone got hitched and faded away, becoming increasingly more busy and unavailable.

That’s how it goes, I guess. Really, scheduling had been a nightmare even before. Trying to find a house that hadn’t already been reserved at a time when four people and their significant others could all meet was becoming increasingly challenging as our various commitments piled up.

Those first few years were great though. I’ll never forget convincing myself rum and milk would go great together. Or the big Optimus vs Octopus argument that ruined that year’s trip and soured my girlfriend against Brent forever afterwards.

Nothing like dating a girl who violently hates your best friend and roommate. Good times.

I loved those trips.