I woke up Sunday morning with a massive headache.
I was trying to recall what happened last night when I realized I wasn't alone. Why are there five people in my bed?
Oh shit. Not another Serena moment.
"Oh yes, it was. You passed out in the middle of the club," V said over late lunch. "On the ledge where everyone was staring at you. Classic K."
"Oh God, I don't even remember it. So what happened?"
"Grabe honey, there was a screamfest in the middle of Malate earlier. It was 6 a.m. already and Arlan and I were shouting at you. 'Kane!!! Halika na!!!! Umuwi na tayo!!!' (Kane!!! Come on!!! Let's go!!!)"
"Pero ayaw kang paawat eh (But you couldn't be stopped)," V continued. "May hinaharot ka pang lalaki at talagang hinila mo na lang siya sa loob ng taxi. (You were flirting with a guy and you grabbed him and pulled him inside the cab.)"
"And then, siguro naisip ni Arlan na 'Tekaaaa!!!! Alangan naman paghahati-hatian natin ang isang ito'. So bigla siyang lumabas ng taxi at humila pa siya ng isa pang lalaki. (Arlan was probably thinking 'Wait a minute, we're not going to share just one guy' so he got out of the cab and grabbed another.)"
"WTFFFFFF!!! Hahahha God, did people see?"
"Of course they did. It was already morning and people were having breakfast."
"I hate it. It's soooo… public," I said. "Now people will think we're that kind of girls."
"You and Arlan are the kind who pass out, grab random strangers and bring them home," V said. "I'm the kind who revives her Pretty Fucking Wasted friends."
"Hahahaha. Fuck off. I'm not!"
"Uh. Have you forgotten Sunday night? When you were spotted with some skinhead guy?"
"Oh... Was that just last Sunday? But you can be just as bad! And you know that!"
I massaged my head and picked at the food. I wasn't really hungry but I knew I had to eat.
For the first time in a long time, my girls and I were together. Glenn and Arlan were in town, Vackie had gotten back in my good graces and had been called out of exile, and Carlo decided to come even if he was sick.
Thinking of Saturday night still gives me an endorphin rush. It was just so fun, one of those nights you wish would never end. Time, please be still.
"Grabe honey, it's really fun when Arlan is here. It's like we just explode, you know… lose yourself in the moment completely," I said.
Arlan flew back to China last night. I already miss him. All that's left are memories... and a photo.
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