Last weekend I went to see a play with all of the men from my church and a few other people. My priest had brought along a priest from another parish. When he introduced us, he said, "I have to apologize for my young friend here. He doesn't usually dress like this."

I was very confused, because I looked darn good. I was wearing a white shirt, a black tie, black and grey argyle sweater, and grey pants with a subtle tartan-like pattern to them. I couldn't figure out what the heck he was talking about.

So he winks at me, smiles at the other priest, and says, " I can't figure out why on earth he's wearng pants. He usually wears a kilt to this sort of thing."

Even my priest thinks of me as "the kilt guy!"