We know all the ingredients for a big night. It’s like a formula. Every night is different, but they’re also exactly the same.
The best bit of that formula though, the bit that always provides the biggest laughs, the best stories, the lasting memories, doesn’t come on the night out.
It doesn’t happen in the tacky happy hour cocktail bar or on the dancefloor of your hometown club. It’s not that bit at 3am where the DJ puts on ‘Mr. Brightside’ and you and all your pals grab each other, bounce up and down, and scream the lyrics directly into each other’s faces.
Nope, the best bit of any night out is the bit before. Pre-drinks.
The Pope loves a good pre-drink, and he always brings his favourite cup
Pre-drinks are a college thing, mostly. You might have had a few pre-drinks in your friend’s lounge when you were 18 and still at school, but their parents kept popping in and out asking if anyone wanted pizza and one of you insisted on calling them “prinks”.
They started for real on your first night of Freshers’ Week. There you sat awkwardly around the table with a bunch of strangers, trying desperately to have what everyone kept telling you was “the best time of your life”.
It was probably slightly painful. You knew no one gave a fuck what school you went to, because you didn’t give a fuck about theirs either, but it’s the first day of uni, isn’t it, so that’s all you talk about,
and you’ve got to make friends.
Then out came the cards and a single pint glass. Ring of Fire, actually, is a bit of a shit game, but at college it’s a lifesaver. Who needs small talk when you can shout “chug” at an 18-year-old you’ve never met before as he chews down a pint of milky, Guinness-y wine?
I bet a lot of your best Freshers’ Week memories came not in the nightclubs, but in the kitchens – and this is only partly because they’re often the only bits you can actually remember.
The older you get, the less pre-drinks are about games that get you battered in less than 15 minutes and are more about just having a good time with mates. Pre-drinks are where the night is made. They’re like a house party, but without the random mates of mates who get dragged along, the initial two hours of everyone just waiting for more people to turn up, and with an end goal – a purpose.
The point of pre-drinks is to get everyone up for the night ahead, not in the “wheyyyy, down this pint of vodka mixed with my wee” way you might have seen at certain college sports socials, but in a “let’s sit around the table, get a bit pissed, and laugh about all the shit that happened the last time we all went out together” way.
It’s the part of the night where you can actually speak to people. It’s the part of the night where you can drink a €6 bottle of wine from a pint glass and no one will give a damn (at uni it was also the part of the night where you had no choice because it’s all you could afford).
It’s the part of the night where you can play all the songs the DJ will be too embarrassed to put on for you later. It’s the part of the night where there are snacks (they say eating’s cheating, but you know what’s
actually cheating? Cheating yourself out of delicious potato-based foodstuffs). It’s the part of the night where you all get a bit too pissed and realise no one’s booked taxis because you were having a full-blown party in the kitchen.
And that’s the thing with pre-drinks – the proof that they really are the best part of the night out – they always go on far longer than they should. The taxis are always pushed back and back until the plan to get to the club for 10pm becomes the plan to leave the house at 11. Sometimes the taxis get forgotten completely and pre-drinks become all-night-drinks.
We should be calling the night out "post-drinks", because really, it's the pre-drinks that are the main event. They're the best part of any night out, so hold off on calling those cabs.
