mcroft | Oddness on 6th Street (Reply)

Ginger and I attended at least some of the festivities of SXSW for four of the five (or six or seven) days, giving Sunday a miss. This involved being on 6th Street (at least some of the time every night. For SXSW, they close 6th between Brazos and I-35 each night (not just on the weekends, which is apparently normal.
I was apparently pretty approachable, in ways I am not used to.

Some random chica and her friend came up to us between the two Emo's and hit me in the butt, once, with a drumstick.
On the same street, someone (who I never saw) reached out and ran his/her fingers through my hair.
A leather-and-spikes punk with about 50 2-inch tall hairspikes on his head high fived me and asked me 'how's it goin?'
A sorority girl high-fived me in the street the night before that.
Some little guy tried to weave behind his girlfriend to get out of the way of oncoming traffic and bounced off me.

Normally, people don't do that. 6th street is wierd, but not in a bad way.