Then they cancelled due to "scheduling conflicts", and my heart squeezed itself in the recesses of my body. But then (2 months later) he came. Below is the captured moment of our initial encounter. Marek and I were lucky enough (thanks to some pretty awesome friends) to meet Dwele and company at Onami for beers and live music. As is evident in this pic, I'm nervous as fuck. It was all so sudden, I didn't even look cute.
For the occasion of formally meeting my adored Dwele I wore (below) a mixed print combo and little sweater over my shoulders because it was raining in torrents all night. Not that anyone cared; the double beers are for the sheer exhilaration of having sat with him for an extended period of time, asked him all my corny questions, professed my undying love, taken pics, and now I just needed to get drunk.