I've been invited to a hen night. To be honest I'm not a fan of hen nights in general (and all general 'forced fun' events) and on this particular one it's likely the bride-to-be will be the only person I really know who is going, but I decided to suck it up since the bride-to-be is a good friend and I figure it's only one evening out of my life. I was just starting to feel a vague sense of enthusiasm that it could possibly be fun actually to get dressed up and have some cocktails at that nice bar in town that I've never had the chance to go to before. (I should say we have a 3 year old and a [nearly] 1 year old and nights out have become a rarity). I was thinking about that nice dress I have that I could wear and wear some lovely heels that haven't seen the light of day for a while, and that going out for once with my hair and nails done nicely, without whining children and baby food smeared on my trousers , could actually be a treat. Until today when maid-of-honour messages me today to say she's thinking about making it 80's fancy dress theme. AIBU to cry and wail?