Losing the Credit Cards in NYC

It is a travelers worst nightmare, patting the wallet and its not there. Shortness of breath and rapid heart beat take over. Light headed you return to the last place you patted and pray your cards and id will be laying on the floor, just waiting for you to pick it up. This time it wasn't and my great time with the GoNomad Gang over a great meal at Patsy's on 60th and Third was dealt a serious blow. I was having a great time yakking with Sony's friend and toasting with all of the Nomaders when I reached for my stuff. Faster than my leap leap off the Macao Tower my spirit plunged. Fortunately I keep a extra credit card hidden in my suit case and card numbers and 800 # on my laptop. It helps to be prepared, still doesn't make everything better just easier. Still its on with the show, Sunday at the Travel Adventure Show, patting my emergency card frequently.