95.

The view from Genie's car as we're driving to go get some Diddy Reice ice cream sandwiches.

Anthony Michael Hall (Pretty in Pink & Sixteen Candles) and I are wrapping up our conversation at a Goth party for Coil Magazine in downtown Los Angeles. It's on Glendale where the Gospel Library used to be. It's also a block away from Doll Underground Headquarters. I don't know if I'm allowed to say that. Anthony is speaking.
Okay, take my number. We should definitely hang out soon.
Alright.
Just put A-M-H. A-M-H... Anthony Michael Hall... A-M-H! It's 3- 1- 0-
He starts to whisper and looking around secretly, making sure noone hears him.
Okay.
You and I will be seeing a lot more of each other I think, he says. By the way, is that your girl?
AMH points to my brand new friend Julie who is talking to the photobooth guy.
Yeah.
Well, that's my girl over there! He waves to tall pretty girl. Yeah... She's hot! She's with ME!
The girl walks over to us.
I speak. Hi, I love your haircut. It's very... retro.
Well, aren't you cute? Thanks for noticing. I cut it myself. I was going for that Valentina Comics 1920s look. I may have cut it a little too short.
No, it looks great.
I'm Natacha.
Click.
Julie comes in from behind interrupting and half whispering. Let's go take pictures in the bathroom.
Anthony gets the point. Oh, um... Uh, Let's get a drink Natacha. Call me soon, B.
Bye.
Julie takes my hand. Let's go. I love taking photos when I'm horny. She pulls me through the crowd.
Uh...
She walks me into the woman's bathroom past the line-up giving the girls a look of daggers.
I'm sick, and he has to take care of me!
We're in the bathroom stall. She takes out a little bag.
Let's do a "bump" first? That's how it works right?
What? No. That's not "how it works"!
Well... I hope you don't mind.
She does it on the toilet seat.
You're not gay right? You better not be gay... I wanna have some fun!
Uh...
She's not even listening. She's busy. I feel my phone vibrate. It's a TXT. Julie is taking off her shirt. As I reach for my phone, my camera flash accidentally goes off. The TXT is from Kelly.
{Where are you?}
A drunk girl starts banging on the stall door.
Hey! That's so rude! I know, you're being artsy or whatever, but people out here have to go to the bathroom. Can't you guys get a hotel?
She starts to mock us now.
I'm so artsy... I show my naked body for art... Look at my tattoos.... Look at me get exploited for my youth and beauty...
Julie is pissed off. That girl is ruining my vibe, she says. The drunk girl is relentless.
Look... wow... Look at me... I'm a Suicide Girl... I'm making a political statement...
I look at Julie.
Get dressed. We should go!
TXT. It's Kelly.
{What are you doing after..........}
We open the door. The drunk girl was next in line and she pushes through us and stumbles into the stall completely ignoring us now. Half the girls in line look stunned. Half the girls look bored. Wait. Oh my God, it's Samantha and she's in line too. I didn't even know she was at this party. She's laughing.
Why am I not surprised, she says? Hey, Do you like my new wig?
She's wearing an overly long brown wig, but she always looks amazing
I love it. You always look amazing.
Are you going to a party after this?
Yeah. I'm going to a house party that these French race-car drivers are throwing but I don't know where it is. Ask Julie. She's driving.
Hi. I'm Julie.
Hi. Samantha.
She turns to me.
Just TXT me!
OK.
Don't forget.