This isn’t that great of a story, however how often is it that you get to meet one of your favorite DJs/producers in the entire world.
Right? Right.
It was Friday morning (scratch that) afternoon, it was 1 pm when we woke up that day. I went to bed at 6:30 am cause I couldn’t stand the fucking bass in the theater any longer so I retreated to the room. However I didn’t actually sleep until the sun came up when my mind finally found it acceptable to shut down. Our plan for that day was to hit up the Hip Hop pool party because after 2 full days of EDM/Trap your ears/heart need a little variation in sound.
Our incentive to get up and ready was that a DJ named Drakeparty.net was the opener. However due to dragging bodies and forcing ourselves to consume at least one solid meal we missed what sounds like what could’ve been an amazing set. All Drake everything? You’re speaking my language.
By the time we actually finished at the buffet it was about 3 pm and we were still half-dead. I purchased $100 worth of credit on the boat and it was Melissa’s birthday so we purchased champagne bottle no.1 (of 3) and made our way to the party.
We arrived to the welcoming sounds of UGK’s “International Player’s Anthem.” We were thirsty as fuck and Snakehips was spinning cold water. More music. More dancing. More champagne.
By the time we left it was around 5 pm and the group was an acceptable level of drunk. We were somewhere on the top deck while making our way to another stage when I noticed a tall group of white dudes walking in our direction. I’ve been making an effort of trying to note men who look like DJs. I'm always observant/analytical. They’re easy to spot, they’re usually tall and have better style than the general Holy Ship crowd. Also, they’re surrounded by an entourage of people with red badges around their necks. Yes, I’ve been noting this since Day 1 of the cruise. I’m constantly trying to meet opportunity with luck and if I have goals I will try my best to achieve them.
So we’re walking towards this group of tall white dudes who are obviously DJs and I spot him instantly. I don’t even check with anyone. I don’t share the fact that I think the dude that is walking our way is RL Grime. Through my drunken stupor I spot my favorite fucking DJ and I do the stupid thing where you snap and then make a hand gesture where you’re basically shooting a person. Zero hesitation. All action.
“Excuse me, can I take a photo with you?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure”
My drunken level of assertion is amazing, I wish I could channel it while sober. Zero fucks.
At this point I’m internally freaking the fuck out because I already gave up on this mission last night. I was staring at him spinning from a distance and I told myself to get rid of any expectations I had of running into this man on the ship. Fuckit Kate, you’re not going to find him. It’s too crowded here. I had just given up on my goal the previous evening.
I end up rummaging through my backpack for my phone and hand it to a super tall member of his entourage who graciously took a few photos for us. The last thing I said to him was “I’m a really big fan.” He thanked me, we parted ways and then I ended up screaming like a mad woman as I departed.
Goal killed.
I met RL Grime.
Side lesson learned: Sometimes you go left when you could've gone right. Sometimes you linger too long when you could've left half an hour ago. Sometimes you tell yourself to forget about things you want to hinder disappointment. However sometimes life still presents you with exactly what you want.