buses, music, bombs, and floodwaters (part 3)

following up on the last two days' blogs (here and here), i have one more story regarding my trip to new york city.

saturday was our last day before heading back to nashville. we had taken the bus out to jersey to attend the bamboozle festival. on our way back into the city, we decided to head into times square one last time so that andrea could pick up a souvenir for her sister. then we would get dinner and go home to our apartment. we got off the bus in times square and started going in and out of various stores. at this point, all of us were just ready to get out of the massive crowd of people, get some food, and go home. andrea finally found the perfect gift for her sister, and we headed over to the bus stop that we needed.

on our way to the bus stop, it seemed everyone was walking the opposite direction that we were. we also noticed several police heading in the same direction, and myka wondered out loud as to what was going on. we complained that our bus was over ten minutes late, and it was at this point i noticed there was no traffic coming. at all. and then we saw a fire truck blocking in the intersection. rather than waiting for the traffic to clear, we decided to walk a few more blocks down to the next bus stop. we finally got on a bus and headed to the lower east side for some dinner.

it wasn't until the next day that we learned there was a car bomb scare that night. andrea looked up the details, and we are pretty positive that we walked right passed the car in question. it's more than a little unsettling to realize that, had the bomb gone off like he had hoped, i might not have any more stories to tell.