In partnership with Truly.
We need to take a moment to hold space for arguably the most sacred part of going out: the pregame. Not the party. Not the club. Not even the car ride where one person’s blasting music and another’s quietly deleting texts. We’re talking about that magical 90-minute window where you’re crammed into someone’s apartment with a Bluetooth speaker, a bag of ice, and the gymnastics of doing your eyeliner while ducking someone’s curling iron.
You’re not mixing artisanal cocktails. (Please, you barely have clean cups.) You’re setting the playlist, taking turns getting pics in the full-length mirror, and trying to find the one bra you own that’s not visible under your going-out top (which is technically a bra to begin with). Thank God for the friend who brought the Truly Berry Pack. She’s the real MVP. Because all you really need is something bubbly, the pop song of the summer, and a group that hypes you up.
This is the golden hour of friendship. The jokes? Elite. The banter? Unhinged. You’re laughing at bits from freshman year that make absolutely zero sense out of context, but still somehow reduce everyone to tears.TBH, boys can’t keep up with this level of quick wit, which is why we need dedicated girl-only time to truly let the comedy breathe. Nothing worse than a man interrupting your flow when you’re delivering a perfectly timed roast while chugging from a can.
At some point between songs and outfit swaps, the inevitable question of the night comes up: “What flavor do you want?” It sounds casual. Harmless. But we both know better. That choice? That’s the beginning of the night’s narrative arc. That’s the first card in your personal party tarot. It’s less about taste and more about fate (although taste-wise there’s really nothing better).
Forget your star sign. Tonight, you’re a Black Cherry sun with a Wild Berry rising and a Strawberry Lime in retrograde. Let’s see where the cards (and cans) take your night based on which flavor you’re choosing.
Strawberry Lime: The Ringleader
You’re the friend who doesn’t just go out, you curate the night like it’s an exclusive event. These cards are vibrating with “group chat commander” energy. When the party dies, you’re already ordering a car to a different borough and convincing everyone it’ll be “so chill and casual” (it won’t). You’ll wake up to a dozen texts saying “last night was a movie,” and yes, you wrote the script. You didn’t choose the leader role, it chose you.
Cherry: The Spiral
Ah yes, chaos in a can. The cards are showing excessive overthinking and at least one dramatic bathroom monologue. You say you’re out to have fun, but we all know you’re mentally decoding a “sure” text from your situationship like it’s a sacred scroll. Will you text them? Probably. Will you regret it? Also probably. But hey, your friends will get a free venting session and you’ll get a night that ends with fries. And honestly? That’s growth.
Wild Berry: The Comic
While your friends are on the dance floor, you’re in the bathroom line workshopping tight five material with strangers and accidentally soft-launching your stand-up career. You’re not flirting, you’re performing. Straight guys keep telling you “you’re SO funny” (which, like… yeah), and then immediately ruining it by quoting the ‘Rizzler’ and screaming “LET’S GOOOO” like they’re going to war. You’ll spend the night collecting laughs, Instagram followers, and at least one person telling you, “You should totally start a podcast.” (You already did.)
Blueberry: The Flirt
So what if people are too intimidated to approach you at the bar? That’s their journey. You’re out here radiating hot, unbothered energy and approaching every cute stranger with the confidence of someone who has absolutely nothing to lose (except maybe their self-respect in the group chat recap). You’ll definitely get at least one phone number, and unfortunately, you’ll also collect multiple Snapchat handles from fully grown men who still communicate exclusively in blurry photos and Bitmojis. You’re not mad about it, but you are blocking at least two of them by brunch.
