I got to meet them! I got to meet them! I can't stop squealing and jumping around and smiling, because I got to meet them!
Our plane to Houston was part of a long quest to meet my all-time favorite band, The Arctic Monkeys. We lined up at the House of Blues around two after lunch and stayed there until the doors opened at seven. We weren't allowed to sit either, because apparently it's a fire hazard. The guard meant business too.
Throughout the wait, Sam and I were getting pretty annoyed that people would leave the line and come back gushing about how they ran into members of the band, how they got pictures with Alex Turner, and how cool his new haircut was. The bourgeois part of me was offended at these neofans lack of knowledge at his age and his accent and his general awesomeness, but they got to meet them! Not us who were waiting for so long, so our expectations were pretty much lowered considerably.
It was after the concert, when we were waiting out the back near the garage. A lot of kids were waiting too actually, and a part of me wanted to just go back to the hotel and swim in the pool or sleep. We gave ourselves until midnight before we headed back, but the Monkeys made a run for their tour bus. The large group made a run for the Monkeys; and then we were standing sad kids outside the House of Blues, looking forlornly at the tour buses across the street.
Somehow God smiled upon us though. He said lo' the Monkeys shall come out and sign autographs.
Of course I was too struck to say anything witty when I came into contact with Alex Turner. I didn't know what to do when I went to grab my marker from Matt Helders after he signed my ticket stub. He narrated in surprise how I was shaking his hand, so I shook his finger. And because Nick O'Malley was standing next to him, I shook his finger too and made a snatch for my sharpie he was holding. When I went to get a picture with Jamie, I grabbed his shoulder like a hussy.
Sam assures me that all of this wasn't so bad, that the girl before me gushing breathlessly was way worst, but I'm not convinced.
