Leigh Ann A. always attracted crazy people... we encountered with great frequency
Lane undoubtedly has a flare for finding the unique
and
Laura once met a sweet and special friend at Ragin' Cajun (by far the most adorable of these sorts of encounters:)
Now I guess they have moved on to the "L" last names... my turn.
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Ben was in a wedding of a good friend tonight. I got there pretty early and there was not anyone there to sit with when I arrived, so I just let the usher take me where ever he wanted. 
He led to me to an aisle that had 3 people on it. I started to make my way down the row when the third lady, we will call her Red Dress, told me to sit by her. She also speedily cleared all of her things so I could be right by her. Despite the fact that it was 102 outside and part of her leg was spilling into my seat I could not bear to tell her no.
Shortly after I sat she told me that bride wanted her to wear red. (Not sure why since it was an orange and yellow wedding). Then after some small talk she would reach over and pat my arm or tap my knee. I can't say I am sure she has fully a functional mental state so I politely sat there. We were all given a fan when we walked in, and hers seemed to be MIA. Every once in a while I could feel her lean in to enjoy some of my fan air. The wedding begins and she pulls out a jumbo ice pack and pets it in her lap, making many crinkly sounds with the wrapping.
Now the wedding starts. I feel as if I am home free now.
The wedding is well under way, Ben is in sight, please God please don't let her save me a seat at the reception and all will be golden.
Uh -oh spoke too soon.
The pastor stops to pray and she rests her hand on knee. Okay I can deal with that. Then she gets an "itch" so she moves her hand off my leg.
Whew.
After said "itch" she moves her hand back but this time on my thigh.
Pray fast... please pray fast.
As the pastor continues, the longest prayer ever prayed. She starts to lightly tap her thumb.
Rigid and wide eyed I tune out all praying and focus on her moving fingers on my dress.
Amen. (and hallelujah I might add)
Her hand moves off, but not before an extra love pat on my knee.
The rest of the ceremony went fine, and I darted in the opposite direction of Red Dress after the wedding.
At the reception I managed to pose other people to capture her in the background. I figured since she groped me, I could in turn post unauthorized pictures. At one point she was walking around with a big piece of rolled up deli meat hanging out of her mouth like a cigar (my zoom was to slow). 
She was walking toward me during the reception, but I turned before she reached her destination. I think I'll pass on the next side of wandering hand.
I begged to take the trolley, it turned out to be just like a bus, but on a track. 
Some interesting folks at Patrick's, the bar we frequented! This ladies hair was off the hizzie. He man friend cracked us up with his bling. 
Yes, their heads are covered in bows.
