"Is Gina cool?," I asked Mookie as we boarded the elevator.
"Yeah dude, she's awesome," he said. "And she really loves your blog."
A real fan! My first one! I've finally made it in life! A fan of my work! A moustachio fan! Only 1,999,999 more until I get a fan club! I was quite excited as we headed to her condo to pre-party for the night.
As it turns out, Mookie was right. Gina WAS cool. All her Truman St. friends were. They were all friendly and ready to party. Just like us! We drank, socialized, spat off the balcony, looked at the oversized carrot decorations, and listened to bad music that they brought from Missouri. There were pictures:
We spoke of blogs, The Machine, Spring Break, and marriage.
"We could never get married," I said.
"Because if we did your name would be Gina Conti. People would make fun and call you Va-Gina Cunt-y. That's 2 vagina references in one name. That's a lot to handle."
"You're right. Can I at least get a picture of you? Something to remember you by?"
"Yes, of course."
"Oh my God," she said after taking a picture and looking down at her camera. "This is the worst picture a human being has ever taken."
Part 3 coming soon.