Slate is currently running a wedding series, and David Plotz's column takes on the "last-timers"—the dear, genuine friends who were once profoundly important parts of your life but who are, by the time of your wedding, already drifting harmlessly and naturally away. Apparently wedding websites encourage you to cut these people off at the pass and save yourself $200 per close-college-friend-whose-adult-life-now-diverges-wildly-from-your-own, but Plotz disagrees:
What better way to end a friendship than with joy? What better than to have your final memory of each other be of your best, happiest wedding selves?
I am getting vertigo just thinking about this.