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When I got back to our hotel room on the 11th floor, Rihanna was wrapped in the hotel's plush bathrobe. She was holding her pink feeding bottle with two hands while watching Death Race on HBO. Funny, this little girl reminded me of Logan's Pink Ranger cousin Lily, whose office water tumbler was probably pink.

Gail poured me a glass of red wine and handed Nicia her fresh milk in a tetra pak.

"Dalawa pala ang kasama nating baby e," I joked as I kicked off my boots and sat on the bed next to Nicia and her brand new mobile phone.

"Akala ko kasama natin si Logan tonight," Nicia said. She stabbed her tetra pak with a plastic straw.

"Oo nga, dapat kayo na lang ni Logan ang nag-overnight dito," Gail said. She sipped wine and made a face. "I can't believe you actually drink this stuff when you write. Dapat vodka na lang."

"'Write drunk. Edit sober,'" I lifted my glass for a toast. "That's Ernest Hemingway. Remember Nick Joaquin in college? He wrote best when he was pissed drunk."

"Ang pait nito e," Gail sipped another. "May binili ka bang Cuervo?"

"So anyway, bakit nga 'di na lang kayo ni Logan ang nag-stay dito?" Nicia asked again.

"Gusto mo bang itakwil ako ng mga magulang ko?" I fired back. "Besides, 'di pa nga kami e."

"Nyek, e he met your parents na 'di ba? Or part ba 'yun ng list-list n'yo?"

"Part 'yun ng Quest niya," I answered with a wink. "Besides, I missed you guys. So it's just us girls tonight."

We ate gourmet cakes and pretzels as we talked about our relationships. It would be months before we watched Sex and the City 2, where the girls substituted the word 'sex' with 'color' so they could talk about the carnal activity while in the company of Charlotte's baby girl.

But that night, my friends and I talked about sex without any word substitution, thinking that Rihanna wouldn't pick up a single thing anyway. We started hooting and shrieking and tugging at each other's arms in a wild confession frenzy while Rihanna looked from her mother to her two crazy godmothers and back.

And what do you know, it was Rihanna who got bored first. She was fast asleep at around 10PM, just when we persuaded Nicia to finish a whole bottle of Vodka Ice. Gail was in the middle of doing a play-by-play of her latest escapade when the hotel's phone rang.

"So, how's your slumber party?" It was Logan on the other line.

"Well, Rihanna and Nicia had their milk already and we just spent two hours talking about sex," I answered.

"Ibig sabihin kay Nicia pala 'yung tetra pak ng gatas?"

"Yup."

"Haha, cool." He laughed.

"How was the ride home?"

"Fruitful," Logan replied. "Binigyan ako ng isang kaing ng mangga. Galing daw sa officemate ng Mommy mo."

"That sounds like my mom, all right." I chuckled.

Years ago, I ranted when my friends couldn't peel themselves away from their mobile phones and TH (tamang hinala) with their boyfriends. But this time, it was my turn to annoy them: I spent the next few hours talking to Logan via the hotel phone until we decided to sleep some time past 3 o'clock in the morning.

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