Man, I got married at 22. The whole greek wedding pain. Hundreds of guest I dont know. Whole villages invited. Backward inbred looking farmer types tucking into the buffet like hungry pigs in a troth of honey. Fecking violins and screechy old feckers singing the same fecking songs they've been singing for the last 20000 weddings. The only fun bit is when all the guest suckers had to pin loads of money on me and my bride. Loads of it.... except the little old ladies doing the pinning are a bit shaky and the pins a bit rusty.
If one of my buddies told me they didnt want to come, I would have encouraged them to save themselves and stay away.
Needless to say, I was divorced 2 years later.