We got to see the Arctic Monkeys after the show in Baltimore*. And while it may not be our first time seeing them up so close, I'm always in shock that they're really that close. Also, I'm always painfully aware at how gross I may smell or look, especially since I was just inside the concert in a crowd of smelly, gross people, myself included.
We got pictures and autographs and squealed a bunch as we ran down the block with our loot. Our concert friends talking just as rapidly and just as excitedly as Sam and I. We were around the corner, huddled in a small circle, looking at Sam's great shots during the concert, when Sam finally turned to me and asked if I wanted a picture with Alex. I admitted reluctantly that I did, so one of the girls we just met said we should just go back and do it, and this seemed so logical. We ran back.
And I did get my picture with the Arctic Monkeys frontman, only because Sam wanted to be economical and pushed me into a picture with one of the concert friends we made. He wanted a picture with Alex too, so Sam and I reasoned that this made sense as it saved time and posing for Alex. Only when I started to walk away, the guy stayed, asking Sam to take another shot of just him and Alex, to which Alex replied, "Oh it's turning into a fucking photo shoot now." He still posed though. He's a gentleman**.
I'm not sure, but I think I stood by Sam with a rather grumpy face and a few squiggle lines emanating from the top of my head at my annoyance with this guy. I thought we were friends. I guess not sir. I guess not.
*I am a classy, posh traveler who has seen cities following her favorite band. This, however, does not make me a groupie. I prefer the term enthusiast.
**This means he sided with me and my squiggle angry lines! I love him more because of it.
