“No worries,” Jason said. “I’ve been here since six. Like we were supposed to, right, Kilo?”
Tyler’s face lit up. “Yo, you call him Kilo, too?”
Jason chuckled. “I mean, it’s right there.”
“Motherfucker bought European jeans in high school, and we called him kilo-meters until we graduated.” Tyler laughed and pushed Miles.
“My mom bought them for me after a work trip. And I wore themonetime.” Miles said with a whine.
“Yeah, but you told anyone who’d listen they were fromParis,” I said.
I didn’t envy the attendant behind the counter taking our checked bags, or anyone, having to deal with us. We looked like a bunch of rowdy former athletes in our twenties because we were. Jason had to have played some kind of sport. And I wasn’t sure if he was still in his twenties, or was, like, thirty. Either way, I knew he could hang from the happy hours I’d been to with him.
While looking at his phone in the security line, Connor asked, “When’s the wedding again? Need to put in time off.”
Miles said, “September fourth. It’s not in your calendar yet?”
Connor looked up. “The farthest thing in my calendar is two weeks away, and that’s, like, what? Three and a half months?”
Tyler turned to me. “I was gonna ask, why are we going now, so far away from the wedding?”
“The only dates that worked for everyone,” I said, taking my shoes and belt off, reciting what Miles told me when I asked the same question.
“You’ll need to take off the Friday before too, and a half-day that Thursday,” Miles said to all of us.
“Why Thursday?” Tyler asked.
“That’s the stag night,” I answered.
“The fuck is a stag night?” Connor’s brow came together.
I looked to Miles to field that one, as I had no clue either. It was just one of the dates he told me to remember.
“Just a night to go out with the boys one more time before the rehearsal dinner.” Miles shrugged.
“Aren’t we doing that right now?” Connor asked.
“Not all my groomsmen could make it, and I have some other friends and cousins I want to celebrate with too.”
“Isn’t that what the actual wedding is for, bro?” Tyler pointed out.
“Nah, that’s Bree’s day. The stag night is for the boys.” The TSA agent waved Miles to enter the little glass box, where he had to raise his arms and spread his legs.
We were hyped once we had our shoes on and in search of a bar. It might’ve been eight in the morning on a Thursday, but clocks don’t matter on bachelor party time. The bar closest to our gate was closed, but we found another one further down.
“Cheers, man!” Tyler said, raising his glass. “Your last hurrah as a single man.”
“Hey, I’m here, and I’m not single. I’m still hurrah-ing.” Jason laughed.
Miles said, “And you have a girlfriend, Tyler.”
“Nah, she wasn’t my girlfriend, and we’re not seeing each other anymore. I’m a free man this weekend.”
Connor slapped his back. “Good, me and Finn need someone else on our team tryna smash.”
“Hey,” I said, “keep my name out your filthy mouth. Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’m a whore.”
“Are you calling me a whore?” Connor asked.
