Heading Out

Just got back from my send-off dinner with the girls. They are all too giddy about the prospect of me being gone, though I have the sneaking suspicion that they're just looking forward to seeing Toe-moss' exploits on reality TV. Madeleine, my weekend receptionist, even pulled me aside and tried to have A Talk with me about how I should just be having fun and how I shouldn't worry about what our customers will think of me afterward the show. She's sweet, that Mad, even though I suspect she partly wants to win that bet my employees are waging about how many of my fellow contestants I'm going to end up bedding.

That's one of the perks of being a vampire. Even from my office in the back I can make out the girls gossiping.

I still have to drop a couple of things off with Harry and Karrin. Karrin wouldn't let me cross state lines with my usual arsenal so I'm making her take care of the Desert Eagle and some of the more sensitive guns. At least she thinks I'll be able to convince the producers that the saber and kukri will just be kinky. And maybe she'll have talked Harry down from his raging fit. Empty night, my brother's a pain in the ass. You'd think I'd started feeding on virgins again the way he went on when I told him about Real World Bites. "Red Court hates you, blah blah, Mavra's going to have your head, Lara's going to flip, keep your secrets blah blah blah."

Yeah right. As if anyone who ends up watching this show is going to believe there'll be actual vampires on it. Given my brother's low opinion on the public's ability to believe in the supernatural, I don't know why he's whining. He should just give up and say he'll miss me.

Well, my plane's in a couple hours and I still have people to see. Next time, I'll be writing from The House.