Went to see The Cure a few weeks ago with Robin at Madison Square Garden. The last time I saw The Cure, it was at Radio City in 1985, I was 15, and the ticket cost $17.50. Things are a little different now, but the music was the same and great! Robert Smith (the lead singer) looked and sounded just like 1985. Except I wasn’t miraculously turned back to 15. Sad, but true.

Always an interesting story. When I arrived in NYC, I was going to meet Robin right in front of Penn Station at the Taxi stand. While I was waiting, some big carribean dude came up with a rolling suitcase, said "how’s in going, blondie?" and walked away, leaving the suitcase at the Taxi stand. Uh. Hello.

So I went and found the nearest police officer, told him exactly that, and he rolled his eyes and told me that on the list of things he dosen’t want happening, that was pretty much at the top. Super. So he went to check out the suitcase and after a minute or two, came back and told me that there were wires poking out of the bag and that they would have to clear the area. The whole area around Penn Station!

And then he said he was just kidding and I hit him. Yes, I hit a police officer. Not hard or anything. But I was half expecting the cuffs to come out and for me to miss the show. Anyway, there were no wires sticking out of the bag- it was just a homeless guy’s clothes. But (although I committed battery on a police officer) I did my civicpost9/11new yorkseesomethingsaysomething part. And I didn’t go to jail and got to see The Cure. It’s all good.

Thanks Robin for the pictures! And let me know about Billy Joel Idol. Maybe I can find another unattended suitcase!