Wedding Bells (and Gifts, and Cards, and Snacks, and ... )

From the big minus sign on my checking account balance to the abundance of photographic evidence that I was wearing a brown tuxedo last weekend (against my will, thank you), it's clear wedding season is upon us. I'm at the age where my friends are falling like dominoes to the IKEA nesting instinct, and between the tuxedo fittings, rehearsal dinners, bachelor parties, post-bachelor party parties, ceremonies, receptions and next-day recoveries, my entire July was occupied by friends' weddings.