I went to church last Sunday. It was Easter. I went to the National Shrine — the moorish basilica adjacent to CUA. Well, let's just say, I've definitely been to better masses.

First, the guy who lead the hymns (sorry, I have no clue what the English word for that), was completely unclear. It really didn't help that they kinda pick their own songs instead of using the one on our booklets. To add to that, the organist seem to be of the acid jazz school of music. The music seemed to go on a different path from the song. Sometime they did meet, but not often. It was an uneventful mass with pretty much all the attendance flipped their booklets furiously to look for the song.

Also, the mass featured this pastor from Seoul. I guess it's a we-are-the-world thing, we're all together and let peace reigns, etc. The final prayers were about the wars. It is indeed understandable that a Korean would have a Korean accent, but when you add that to the confusing music, that's just the recipe for one mindboggling mass. I think the crying babies were more interesting than the actual mass.

Oops, I lied. There was one thing at the mass that really made my eyes popped. When I came in, the seats in front of me were empty except for this lady at the right end. I just find it annoying that some people are so selfish that they want to sit the nearest to the exit thus forcing people to do gymanastics just to get to the center seats. Anyway, so this old, wait, I don't know how old she was so I should say, this old-looking lady was sitting at her end when this black family came. It was the mother and the teenage daughter and son. The father came later. The usher told them to sit at the row where that old-looking lady was sitting and so they did. First the mother went in, then the daughter, and as soon as the boy sat right next to the old-looking lady, she suddenly bolted.

I know, I know, her leaving might have nothing to do with them. Oh, she's white by the way. And, that's what I told myself, give her the benefit of the doubt. So I watched where she went... which is another seat at another row that were more anglo-saxon than afro-american. My jaw might have dropped if I wasn't too busy trying to keep up with the experimental detours the organ was taking the psalms. Hmmm... I guess the mass was interesting after all.