We’ve survived college, long distance, lots of babies, emotional baggage, and more accidental nudity than we’re proud of. Now? Were reuniting for one epic weekend—equal parts heartwarming, inappropriate, and definitely sponsored by bad decisions.
It’s the end of an era, and the whole gang’s back:
The married ones.
The should-be married ones.
The ones still in denial that they’re a thing (despite the continual talk of rings).
And the ones just here for the buffet and the drama.
From private jets and backseat hookups to podcast deals, game-day jitters, secret plans, and way too many “remember that time…” flashbacks—this weekend is...
Twelve couples. One weekend. Zero chill.
We’ve survived college, long distance, lots of babies, emotional baggage, and more accidental nudity than we’re proud of. Now? Were reuniting for one epic weekend—equal parts heartwarming, inappropriate, and definitely sponsored by bad decisions.
It’s the end of an era, and the whole gang’s back:
The married ones.
The should-be married ones.
The ones still in denial that they’re a thing (despite the continual talk of rings).
And the ones just here for the buffet and the drama.
From private jets and backseat hookups to podcast deals, game-day jitters, secret plans, and way too many “remember that time…” flashbacks—this weekend is chaos in the best possible way.
This is our goodbye.
One final celebration of love, friendship, and the beautifully hot mess we’ve become.
So grab your jersey dress, pack the tequila, and get ready to ugly cry.
Because this time, we’re playing for keeps—and saying goodbye.
