conversations in bed

staring out katie's bedroom window. incredible view. we lay in bed. talk. share silly stories. jokes. the ones andres told me in colorado springs, co (refer to wooglin's crew). "what do bricks and fat woman have in common? they've both been laid by mexicans." she laughs though she is mexican herself. cool enough to know it's just a joke. shares one of her own, "why do white people go to black people's yard sales? to get their shit back."

she asks me my sign. "capricorn." "my last boyfriend was a capricorn." "what's your sign?" "scorpio." "an evil ex of mine (leah) is a scorpio too." "yeah scorpios are generally evil and sexual and... i'm not as evil as most though." "good to know."

i ask her to guess my birthday. "...i'll give you a hint. it's the same day chippendales will be back at the route 66 casino." she's unfamiliar with my reference. i explain. she guesses correctly on her 3rd try after a few more less-specific hints.