NOTICE: The names have been changed to protect...somebody.

Yesterday I worked a catering job, which in itself wouldn't have been so weird except for the fact that it was at the Lakeshore Drive condo of Father Steve, the gay priest. And while Father Steve has to sleep and live in the rectory for the most part, nothing prevents him from having a 19th floor, 2 bedroom condo on Lakeshore Drive. Well, except for common sense. So Kami, Frank and I loaded up a car, headed over to Father Steve's, and set up camp for his little Sunday afternoon party which we soon found out consisted of other gay priests and ex-boyfriends.

"Did you have to work today?" Kami asked as we entered the apartment. "Is the Pope Polish?" Father Steve replied. Finally, a gay priest with a sense of humor!

The apartment itself was amazing, forcing me to comment to Kami, "I think I joined the wrong religion." Views of the lake, the park and the city, and mirrors on almost every wall, at which Frank commented, "I've seen angles I haven't seen in years!"

For most of the party Frank was out serving martinis while Kami and I stayed in the kitchen, me mixing the martinis while Kami made us memosas to get through. "I love parties!" Kami kept saying.

Several overheard lines included:

Random Priest: Yeah, I worked under him. That Cardinal was such a bitch."

Gay Priest #1: Hey, John is it?
Gay Priest #2: No, Jim.
GP #1: Right! I knew that. I have an uncle Jim, a brother Jim, a nephew Jim...Well...used to be Jim, now it's Rachael.
GP #2: Now it's Rachael?
GP #1: Well, he had a sex change.
GP #2: Really?!

Oh, the secret lives of priests. I am just going from one bizarre circumstance to the next.