Apr 04, 2008 18:50
We landed in JFK the other night. Not much has changed. The Ritz is a bit too ritzy for me, so I booked us in the Muse, which happens to be close to Times Square so Rukia can see. It's also got a pretty damn good staff. A few of them already knew who I was talking about when I asked for the vampires. You guys are so damn flashy. FIVE rooms at a five-star? Seriously? All at once? Do you even know the meaning of the word incognito?
Welcome's about as warm as I figured. Nothing to worry about if I play my cards right. There are almost enough newbies looking to make a name for themselves to counteract most of the oldbies trying to stamp out mine. And the cops are always slow on the uptake, I'll be gone again before they even know I'm back.
I might be smoking again. Just a little. Sometimes. Every now and then. I'll quit again as soon as I get out of this body thing, I swear.
Manhattan first. Queens and Brooklyn later. London and Winchester weren't so bad. Staten Island should be amusing. And the museums. But first I think I need a proper Brooklyn-style pizza or I'll go mad. And some Starbucks. And a hot dog. And more cigarettes. And some soda. All at once. RUKIA, YOU'RE JOINING ME.