I forgot to mention that a while ago now I got to go to another Korean wedding. This time we were not late. And it wasn’t as strange. Well, I still thought it was strange, but this time it was "Catholic strange" and not "Korean strange". I’ve never been to a Catholic mass or any sort of ceremony, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I thought it sucked – you have to stand up and sit down so much that I couldn’t go to sleep. Mostly what I got out of it: I don’t want a Korean wedding or a Catholic one.