I was sound asleep, and reached for the phone as soon as I heard it ringing.

Ever since it's telecommunicative powers were obliterated by a spilled glass of champagne punch, I have been using my old cell phone as an alarm clock.

Saves having to put the new, real cell phone back into its belt holster in the dark every morning.

Only problem is... without a sim chip to communicate with a network, the old cell phone/alarm clock cannot make adjustments for daylight savings time.

It runs an hour early.

But back to my mid-night tale...

As soon as I grabbed it, I knew the bell ringing wasn't my alarm phone. It was wasn't vibrating, and the bell was still ringing.

It was coming from the actual phone, phone.

Ohhh, man. Calls in the middle of the night are never good.

I answer... hello?

From the phone comes this happy, female, Irish brogue: "Are you awake?"

Umm yeah. (Now....)

I peek at the cell phone-alarm phone in my hand. Its glowing face says 2:29.

I try to do the math... add one hour?

I'm interrupted by the delightful female, Irish voice on the phone at my ear...

"Are you watching?"

Ohhh, wow. It's three-thirty in the morning. My alarm-phone's gonna go off in fifteen minutes anyway.

To the other phone... I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number.

The Irish again... "I was trying to call my daughter Rose!"

I ask, are you watching the wedding?

*click*

Bet so.

Time to get up. I don't want to miss it...