The first concert I ever attended was in 1974 when I went with a few friends to see The Byrds at the Beacon Theater in New York City. We were all very excited. The concert started at 11:30 at night which gave us plenty of time to partake in our pre-concert activities which included alcoholic beverages along with some other fun stuff. Driving would not have been the right choice.
So we held to our plan, took the bus in, saw the concert and it was awesome. The excitement and energy was unlike anything I had ever experienced and the music was fantastic. We all knew we had to do this again!
We get back to the Port Authority to get a bus home at about 4:30 in the morning and the place looked pretty desolate and I just knew it was a matter of time before a tumble weed bounced across the floor. We finally found a fellow human and asked him where we can get a bus back to New Jersey and he told me the busses aren’t running anymore. You have to wait until the morning. It IS the morning, but I knew what he meant.
I thought this was the city that never sleeps? I guess I missed the footnote that says *Except the Port Authority. So we made ourselves as comfortable as we could on seats that weren’t designed for extended periods of sitting let alone sleeping.
We got on the bus in the morning and could only think about how great it felt to be sitting in a seat that has a cushion.