I was once invited to a wedding the day before it happened. Actually, I was invited to a pre-wedding cocktail party, and after a few drinks my friend, the groom, said I should just tag along to the next day’s main event. I won’t use his real name because I don’t want to embarrass him, so I’ll just call him George Clooney.
George and his wife weren’t hosting a casual, backyard celebration where guests could come and go. It wasn’t a Southern tea to which the whole town was invited. No, their wedding was a formal ceremony with a sit-down dinner and place cards that marked the assign seats. There were even personalized thank-you gifts for all the guests.