Wednesday night, Julie and I were getting on the elevator on the way to our room. Â A group of women who had clearly just been on an Anne Rice tour said, “Wait a moment, how do we know you aren’t a vampire?”
“Ah,” I said, in my best Transylvanian accent, “Vat do you tink you could do if I vere?”
They laughed, and then the elevator got to my floor. Â As Julie and I stepped out, I said, still in full-Drac: “But you ladies are lucky. Â I have already chosen my meal for the evening,” and as they watched through the closing elevator door, I bit Julie on the neck.