My first terrorist attack.
Yes, it woke me up. 3:43 AM, a loud "boom". I knew immediately it was some kind of explosion. I stayed in bed and listened for the sirens. After about a minute I only heard a couple, then it was kind of quiet, so I didn't worry about it and fell back asleep. If it was 9/11 part II, I'd have heard all hell breaking loose.
When I woke up this morning, I turned on the news and saw the blast occurred at the famous Army recruiting center in Times Square. I can't quite see it from my window. No injuries, only minor damage. Mostly to the big LCD screen attached to the building.
As terrorist attacks go, I don't have much of a story to tell. It's kind of like visiting San Francisco and feeling a small tremor. When you get home you have a little anecdote to tell your friends, but the Bay Area locals aren't very impressed with it.
Same thing here.
(News vans in front of my hotel this morning)