The second a YoPro turns 24, a big bag of mail gets dumped on your apartment steps. You think it's your loving family and friends wishing you a happy birthday, but no: it's the start of a wedding marathon that will not let up for the next 10 years of your life. Suddenly everyone and their mom decides that they are getting married (no joke, my mom is actually getting married in 2 weeks) and they want you to grace them with your presence.
You start hearing your friends saying "I'm going to 4 weddings this summer." It sounds far-fetched at first, especially when they start saying "I'm IN 5 weddings this summer," but then you get to the day where you utter "I'm IN 6 weddings this summer and 2 of them are on the same day" when you realize that the wedding cyclone has seized you too. Suddenly you're not in Kansas anymore, and you're paying for an expensive hotel room in the Hamptons that costs almost as much as the money you forked over to buy the matching ruby red slippers the bride requested that her bridesmaids wear.
What no one tells you when you get that first disgustingly cute invitation is that while weddings can be quite romantic and a great excuse to party, they're also a money trap.
