I'm a sucker for singers.

I think I had the most random encounter of my life last night. I was walking myself home around 12:30 from a lovely homecoming evening with some friends and some random people that I had just met. I was a block away from the house I had left when two guys asked me if I would step off the sidewalk and onto the grass in front of their house for a minute. Their reason being that the cops had told them at least once already to stay off the sidewalk as long as they were drinking. It was a well-lit corner, tons of people and police around, so I thought, "sure, why not". They proceeded to sing me a slightly off-key, slightly drunk version of James Blunt's You're Beautiful.

As noted in the title of this entry, I'm a sucker for those who will sing to me, whether they have obvious talent or not. So I gave them a few extra minutes of my time, and after chatting for maybe five minutes or so about their singing and discussing the fact that they believed that it was fate that stopped me... or something about Heaven's promise... they asked my name.

Not willing to commit myself, I told them to guess, and after being demanded to provide clues, I gave them each one. "My name contains two vowels." and "One of those vowels is an 'e'." I stood expectantly as they thought for a breif moment, when one of them said, "Meghan."

My jaw dropped, I muttered a slightly less acceptable synonym of the word 'crap', turned and left. But I was so intrigued that I immediately turned back laughing, though creeped out, and ended up spending another hour and a half talking to these two random people. It was strange.