I went to a christening last night.
It was at my favorite BBQ joint - outside and upstairs on the deck, under the stars. It lifted me out of my funk, restored my hope and reminded me how wonderful it is to belong to a tribe.
Jagger cried himself silly while his family beamed. The Catholic priest who performed the ceremony seemed happy with the venue and did not get so much as a drop of cherry bomb sauce on his white robes. A fine time was had by all.