Whenever I go to a wedding, I get seated at the rogue table. It’s the one with the long-lost family members, the wild childhood friends, the conspiracy theorists, and the ones who were sucking on a liquor bottle even before the ceremony. I fit there, and take no offense at the wedding guests the seating charts put me with. But not everyone is as socially self-aware. Getting a wedding together is such a heinous prospect, it can sometimes break up a relationship before the knot is even tied.