wedding bells

I went to a wedding last night and it was beautiful. Everything about it was perfect: short ceremony, open bar, great grub. And the couple were so thoughtful about everything, they even had a kid's menu choice of chicken fingers and mac&cheese. So I realized that I have no fancy-pants etiquette. I mean I know more than some, I know the hoity-toity wine ordering and tasting song and dance at restaraunts and I generally choose the right fork (mostly because of a scene in Pretty Woman) for my meal, although I have gotten in actual arguments about which fork is the salad fork. But wedding etiquette, I have absolutely no clue about. I can actually count on one hand the number of weddings I have been to. Most people I know just opt for the court-house with a fancy wedding to following later (which invariably I have moved by the time that one happens). So last night I had to keep asking my friend Katie what to do, did I have to show my invitation to get in the door, do I actually have to wait for the usher to show me my seat, do I have to tip the bartender at the open bar? And the picture taking thing is weird too. In Korea, they do the picture taking days, even weeks, before the wedding and go to some amazing lush location like a park or national monument. It was all very confusing, I must have missed the day in class they taught all this to everybody else...it was probably the day I skipped to go buy comic books instead.