meet katie
i'm leaning against a wall now. inbetween the stage and bar room. drinking a water. can't get drunk with a busted tail light remember? watching the last of the boobs go up, down, and all around. minutes pass like hours. feels like an eternity since i first entered the bar.
somebody taps me on the shoulder. "hey." i turn around. a petite, dark-skinned girl is standing there. long black hair. smokey cat-like eyes. very cute. "are you from kansas city?" i smile. these "where are you from" questions make me chuckle. hard to answer when i'm "from" a new place every few nites.
"no, i was there a couple months ago though travelling thru." "you look just like this bartender i know there. it's really weird. you look just like him..." is this a pick-up line? having flashbacks to my conversation with eva in fargo,nd.
"are you from albuquerque?" "no, actually this is my first day here. got here late last nite. been travelling around the country the last few months from north carolina." "oh really? i'm pretty new here too. just moved from kansas city 4 months ago. i'm katie. what's your name?" "jamie." "nice to meet you." "you too."
she's easy to talk to. i explain about my travels and living in the car. sleeping at the walmart in albuquerque last nite. don't think she thought i was serious at first. find out she was raised in el paso, tx which is right at the mexican border. in fact, her dad is mexican. which means katie could be....???. she recently graduated from college in kansas city, mo. moved to albuquerque, nm in part because her sister lives here. and is now working for alibi - the newspaper i was reading earlier and discovered this burlesque show in.
so, we're chatting. nice to have a pleasant conversation with a pleasant-looking girl. eventually asks if i want to follow her over to the bar so she can get another drink. i agree. "the two of us gotta stick together since we're not from albuquerque." she sits and i stand at the bar. orders a drink. i order a water... from a disgruntled bar-back.
notice laura (the waitress) standing near the bar. sees me and katie talking. looks a little upset. she passes us a few times with drinks. no longer smiling as she did before. get the sense she feels somehow betrayed. katie and i are getting along though. she's a little tipsy. maybe i am too? hard to tell these days. we're talking. maybe flirting? also hard to tell these days. her sister, becca, eventually joins in. we're formally introduced. then the two of them start gabbing away. i stare off for awhile. there's the bartender's moustache... the tv... the disgruntled bar-back... his wife-beater... laura... she looks pissed. whatever? i should leave soon anyway. getting late. don't know where i'm staying? no sense in worrying about girls.
my attention returns to katie and becca. "i'm really really hungry," katie says. "for something other than food," becca finishes. i smile to myself. don't know if they know i heard them.
katie makes a proposal. "how 'bout this jamie? you get me food and i'll give you a place to stay tonite." i'm caught a little off-guard. don't answer immediately. she continues, "i mean unless you don't want to? if you'd rather sleep in your car than over in my warm apartment that's fine." i smile and laugh. "well, let me think about it..."
somebody taps me on the shoulder. "hey." i turn around. a petite, dark-skinned girl is standing there. long black hair. smokey cat-like eyes. very cute. "are you from kansas city?" i smile. these "where are you from" questions make me chuckle. hard to answer when i'm "from" a new place every few nites.
"no, i was there a couple months ago though travelling thru." "you look just like this bartender i know there. it's really weird. you look just like him..." is this a pick-up line? having flashbacks to my conversation with eva in fargo,nd.
"are you from albuquerque?" "no, actually this is my first day here. got here late last nite. been travelling around the country the last few months from north carolina." "oh really? i'm pretty new here too. just moved from kansas city 4 months ago. i'm katie. what's your name?" "jamie." "nice to meet you." "you too."
she's easy to talk to. i explain about my travels and living in the car. sleeping at the walmart in albuquerque last nite. don't think she thought i was serious at first. find out she was raised in el paso, tx which is right at the mexican border. in fact, her dad is mexican. which means katie could be....???. she recently graduated from college in kansas city, mo. moved to albuquerque, nm in part because her sister lives here. and is now working for alibi - the newspaper i was reading earlier and discovered this burlesque show in.
so, we're chatting. nice to have a pleasant conversation with a pleasant-looking girl. eventually asks if i want to follow her over to the bar so she can get another drink. i agree. "the two of us gotta stick together since we're not from albuquerque." she sits and i stand at the bar. orders a drink. i order a water... from a disgruntled bar-back.
notice laura (the waitress) standing near the bar. sees me and katie talking. looks a little upset. she passes us a few times with drinks. no longer smiling as she did before. get the sense she feels somehow betrayed. katie and i are getting along though. she's a little tipsy. maybe i am too? hard to tell these days. we're talking. maybe flirting? also hard to tell these days. her sister, becca, eventually joins in. we're formally introduced. then the two of them start gabbing away. i stare off for awhile. there's the bartender's moustache... the tv... the disgruntled bar-back... his wife-beater... laura... she looks pissed. whatever? i should leave soon anyway. getting late. don't know where i'm staying? no sense in worrying about girls.
my attention returns to katie and becca. "i'm really really hungry," katie says. "for something other than food," becca finishes. i smile to myself. don't know if they know i heard them.
katie makes a proposal. "how 'bout this jamie? you get me food and i'll give you a place to stay tonite." i'm caught a little off-guard. don't answer immediately. she continues, "i mean unless you don't want to? if you'd rather sleep in your car than over in my warm apartment that's fine." i smile and laugh. "well, let me think about it..."
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