Day 5 - New York, New York, New York!!!
Got up and had breakfast at the buffet, ignoring the bacon and coffee of course

then off we trot to our room to grab our bags and then headed for reception for our cab to the airport. Cab finally arrives....and then another....and then they begin fighting over our bags. After we stand there gobsmacked for a few minutes the woman who was actually called by the hotel to pick us up surrenders to the other cab driver and lets him take us to the airport. That is after we have to hear all the whining and cussing

We finally head off to depart New Orleans and welcome NYC!
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On the plane (with Delta) to NYC we go....am next to a lovely woman from NYC, Originally Boston, who is a granny and has tons of wonderful tips for our visit! Then comes the drama that is DD, finally get her to sleep after lots of there theres and playing patient mummy. Then after what seems like forever we are finally at the end of our flight....or are we

because of the recent air traffic controller drama our flight is sent up in the sky to "circle the block" before we can get word and descend. Around 30 extra minutes later we start our descent! So I wake DD up....BIG mistake

she screams the entire plane down the rest of the way, which may have only been around 20 minutes but seemed like FOREVER!
So we get off the plane, much to the other passengers delight and DD keeps screaming

We get our bags while *scream scream scream scream plays in the background.....geez I get so sick of that tune! Then the screams continue due to a tummy ache so we decide she is hungry and stop to get her some cookies, problem solved. So out we run to try and get a cab so we can get to NYC before sun down. DH misses the gigantic billboard that warns us all about getting a ride with strange people in SUVs that are not affiliated with any particular company and do not have a logo on the side and he heads straight for the men in plain clothing trying to flog off lifts in unmarked SUVs

!! So after I tell the nice gentlemen NO DH begins to argue the point with me before I lead him off out of earshot and I explain the dangers, then of course we both laugh
We finally get safely into the cab before you guessed it, DD feels sick again

This goes on and on and the warnings get more and more urgent. If you have ever been in a NYC cab you will share our pain, the drivers eyes are everywhere but the road in busy traffic. He is talking on his phone, on his cb and busy shouting at other drivers oblivious to DDs pleas. Too late DD can't hold it any longer and starts vomiting EVERYWHERE, and I am next to her in the car! All I can do is cup my hands and try to save the interior of the cab as much as I can. Four times in a row she vomited those cookies up

FOUR TIMES! By this stage it is all over me, her and the car (luckily she spared her brother who is starting to look ill from witnessing the event). The cab driver just casually glances in the rear vision mirror and keeps driving, casually passing back some paper towel! Lucky DH is in the front seat and is just out of reach of helping in any way!
So I tip the left over cookies out of the bag and just let her keep vomiting into the bag until we reach NYC. I wipe the seats down and change DDs clothes while we are moving, and good thing too because that cab had another fare before we had even exited the vehicle! Then he had the hide to suggest we should pay more due to DD vomiting, this is after the whole thing is cleaned up by me! Gah, we finally made it to NYC but not in a Sex in the City kind of fashion. I had vomit all over my pants and was in desperate need of a shower. All DD could say was "I feel much better now Mummy"
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