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We’ve seen you eat microwaved dumplings straight from the bag. Your luxury venue is a community center with folding chairs, and your unfinished basement could still double as a haunted house fundraiser. If you can’t swing the soiree of your champagne dreams, maybe don’t hand the bill to your fellow broke friends, who are still waiting for payday to buy socks.
The sudden leap from BYOB and hope for the best to pay for entry, no drinks included, is less elegant upgrade, more greedy Hail Mary.
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"We declined to attend a wedding because they wanted $200 a person. Now we aren’t friends anymore"
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Greedy couple demands $200 a head ahead of their wedding, forcing the friend group to collectively refuse and RSVP no to their suddenly glamorous ceremony: ‘We would not be paying this and send a collective message that the $200 fee feels offensive’
There's nothing quite like watching two people you've split pizza crusts with suddenly rebrand themselves overnight as the Duke and Duchess of Dollar Signs. One minute, your friends are hosting potlucks in a home with an accent wall made of exposed insulation, the next they're clutching pearls and charging $200 a head for the privilege of witnessing their vows. Black tie, darling, don't forget the cash-only gift and the dress code stricter than a royal garden party.
What I love about this is the delusion, because, guys, c'mon, we know your roots. We know your branches actually, because it's not some humble upbringing nostalgia - you didn't have any money last week.
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