I’m beyond 35. I fucking loathed fancy dress when I was in single digits age-wise, never mind now I’m an actual grown-up.
There was a Facebook invite last year to an old class-mate’s fancy dress birthday party which was treated with the scornful silence it bloody deserved.
Dancing is also the worst, I’m with @anon5266188 here. Unless it’s to embarrass the offspring in front of their friends, of course.
Parties in their totality are dreadful affairs, imm(eaningless)o.
Unless they’re at Laser Tag, I think I could get behind one of those.