Weddings really push the limits of friendship, they have this magical power to check how much friends of the bride and groom can endure, but the path of least resistance seems to be seeing how much you can pay before you snap. You show up as the supportive bridesmaid, spend way too much on the dress, the gifts, and all the pre-wedding extras. The invitation includes a plus one, so you bring your boyfriend across the state only to find out, at the door, that his meal comes with a bill. It feels less like a celebration and more like you’ve wandered into a dinner theater where admission costs extra if you bring company. You cough up the money just to keep the peace, but the hospitality keeps getting thinner.