We are just returning from a big family wedding in New Orleans. The wedding was at the St. Louis Cathedral and we 2nd Line walked back to the Roosevelt Hotel for the reception. It was fantastic. However, there is at least one bimbo that has learned to keep her distance from me and mine.
My parents were there, standing in as the honorary Grandparents. My dad who is still recovering from a stroke was wearing his navy formal mess dress (he retired a long time ago), and my mother, who has a bit of neurologic damage, were out for the first time alone in a very long time, since they live with my 96 year old grandmother (who has a health aid staying with her 24/7 until they get back). Dad is still a bit wobbly and gets easily confused, but is expected to make a full recovery. And he looked goood in that mess dress!
We got to the reception, had a bit to eat, the formal bridal dances were over, and the dance floor was opened to all. And we danced up a storm! Dad was a bit concerned, but he actually did very well with his balance and danced with mom, me, and my sister. Then some "friend of the family"(FoF) asked him to dance. No prob, we were all dancing with each other, but she hung on, and on, and was rubbing herself up against him like a cat in heat. Dad was starting to look tired, but every time he tried to walk off of the dance floor, she latched onto him and kept going. I asked and found that she was a “family friend,” watched some more, exchanged a look with my mother, and got my husband to go dance. Danced right up to them, planted myself, and told her “you need to keep your distance and you need to keep your hands to yourself.” She looked at me, said what? and I continued, “you either back off or you WILL be backed off.” Then turned my back on her and FWH and I went back to the table. Evidently she asked Dad who that was, and he told her that that was his eldest daughter. She backed down and kept herself far, far away from us the rest of the night.
You’d think that was the end, except the next day, I was out all day with my cousins, one of the bridesmaids, AND FoF! We were bar hopping, and having a good time. I was pleasant and she kept as far away from me as possible. But I saw a full display of no boundaries. Dancing with strangers, rubbing all over them, letting them have roaming hands, it was creeping my FWH and I out. I swear she left a trail of woodies behind her! To top it off, my relatives were all telling me how educated she was and how much of a professional, and I was smiling, nodding, and thinking, yep, I’ll just BET she’s a professional. You don’t get rocks the size of the one’s that she was sporting by giving it away!