Christa's Christening

[poliphilo]

We were at Christa's christening yesterday afternoon. We got to meet the new vicar and his wife and two girls- all very nice people. Nick- that's the vicar's name- has a beard and a perpetual grin and conducted the service like he was the entertainer at a children's party. Afterwards I picked up his vial of holy oil for him- which had been knocked to the ground and forgotten about- and put it in a place of safety.

Odi's house was crammed with people. The MC was playing African music with drones in it and I danced a bit with Fabi on my hip. At one point two pigs heads were carried into the house on platters. I was given a slice of cheek. I found it horribly fatty but Fabi couldn't get enough. We walked home with Nick and family because the vicarage is on our street. I think we'll be seeing more of them. 

Comments

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

I thought you had escaped the parish some months back, seemingly never to return?

Pig's head is very fatty, but given the perversity of the universe also very tasty, if you like the taste of pig. I have always wanted to do a stuffed boar's head for Christmas, for reasons not entirely sane.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

So did I. But we couldn't avoid going to our friend's daughter's christening.

The pig's face might have been better if they'd crisped up the skin, but they hadn't.

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

Walking home with the vicar does not bode well. As a man who believes in fate, I fear for you.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I fear for myself.

The church is like crack to me.