Thanks, Emily. Running through the Port Authority Bus Terminal was fun.
This reminds me of the time my girlfriend and I smoked weed in the middle of This (
http://www.dearraindrop.org/shows/riddleofthesphinx/index.html) art opening. After we got stoned it started pouring rain and people were throwing firecrackers around outside the entrance to the gallery. my g.f. flipped out in a weed-induced panic attack and insisted we run north up Broadway
in the rain to hail a cab to take us to the Port Authority in order to catch a bus back to Jersey. Once we got in the Port Authority, she was too scared to enter the elevators. We walked up to catch our bus, but there was announcement that there was a car stopped in the Lincoln Tunnel and it was being investigated as a possible
car bomb so no buses were running through the tunnel. So this was actually dark paranoid weed fantasy meeting
actual occasion for justifiable paranoia. Oh, that was not fun. I finally convinced her to have a beer with me in Times Square until things settled down. Sheesh. That was like 4 years ago.
