Every weekend, the group chat asks the same question.
"Where's everyone going?" And every weekend, somebody guesses wrong.
The $80 surprise
You Uber across town, walk up to the door, and find out the cover tripled an hour ago. Nobody told you — because nothing could.
The hour-long line
Half your night disappears standing on the sidewalk. Meanwhile the bar two blocks over has no wait and better drink specials.
The dead party
"It's gonna be huge" — it wasn't. You showed up to a flyer's promise, not the real thing. There was no way to check.