So, we were going to do the obligatory pre-holiday post, but Baron Hieronymous insisted that, by virtue of being our oldest staff member by quite a few centuries, he should be allowed to do the holiday post. We were dead set against it until he ate one of our interns. After that, it was amazing how quickly discretion became the better part of valor. Also, from a business perspective, it would have been unwise to provoke our staff vampire into eliminating one of our permanent staffers (interns, of course, don’t count).
New York, as always, has become a magical city in the holiday season. Well, Manhattan below 112th street or so, anyway, and that’s all that I consider New York (this is a good way to find out if someone is worth speaking to: ask them what burroughs they consider to be part of the city – and eat the wrong answers). The tree is up, the wind is blowing and the carolers… Well, the carolers are fine, I guess, but they don’t come to my door any more, and haven’t since the fifties. Whether this is because they have fixed spots around the city or whether word has gone around about my place, I’ve never bothered to find out.
Anyhow, the lack of carolers has turned into a bit of an issue because I had a couple of vampires over for dinner just after Christmas (they can’t come out of their boxes on Christmas because you never know when a maniac will chant a prayer at you or spray you with holy water), and had no fresh meat to give them. I had to hire a group of mercenaries to kidnap a busload of Korean tourists. Oriental food for the holiday season? Well, one takes what one can get, and the vampires went away happy. Also, I got to use the set of butcher’s knives that the Old Monster got me for Christmas – the OM may have her little quirks, but she certainly knows sharp objects!
So, before I go off to hunt for my New Years dinner – I’m thinking European cuisine this time (I can probably get it in the Park) – I’d like to remind you to point fireworks away from children (there’s more meat on grown humans), and remember to stay away from large buildings with spires, no matter how drunk you are. Those places are unhealthy for the undead.
So have a happy or painful New Year (to each his or her own), and I’ll see you in 2015.