Que Sera Sera

I might be coming home on the 21st of June.

My parents want me to come home early because they want to me attend one of those dull family weddings. You know the ones I'm talking about. They are the distant cousins that you've never met or heard of until the wedding was announced. You have no clue what they look like, no clue who they are and no clue as to how they are intertwined in your family lineage.

I can already guess that the wedding will be at a church of some sort, so I'll have to sit through a dry sermon about God and his amazing and undying love for the couple getting married. On top of that, the choir will start singing Christian hymms in Korean that everyone happens to know the lyrics to, except me.

The food will taste like typical catered Korean food. Cold 갈비 (kalbi), tasteless 김치 (kimchi), salty 미역국 (seaweed soup), watery 만두 (dumplings) and rock hard 떡 (rice cakes).

If I end up getting hitched, I will make my wife plan a bomb ass wedding. None of this churchy, Asian crap. No offense to the church lovers and Asian embracers, but I want a wedding somewhere out in the open with an open bar and a massive massive buffet table full of dead animals. RAW DEAD ANIMALS. We can feast like a pride of lions. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!! LEAVE NONE FOR THE VULTURES I SAY!!

That was a joke.

I think my dad told me the wedding will take place in Santa Barbara. And I think he said it wasn't at a church.

I know. I made you think it was at a church. Sucka. I just wanted an excuse to rant about weddings.

Actually, I don't think my dad told me anything about the wedding, except that it's going to be near Santa Barbara. I probably made up the whole 'not at a church' thing in my head.

If this wedding ends up being at a church....hahaha. The jokes on me.