Mary, statchu?

The strangest thing happened.

Mary was on Facebook this morning - and no, that's not the weirdest part, although, admittedly, it's not a normal occurrence - and we started chatting. (This is Mary, and yes, she rode that thing out of her own volition.)

She said she woke up too late to attend her first class, and because her next class wasn't until 3PM, she was considering not getting out of bed yet - note that we were having this chatversation at 11AM. I told her to get the hell out of her room and get some sunshine. And then I logged off under the pretense of having to do some serious studying.

In truth, I just went to sleep. 11-ish to 1-ish. I snapped out of my snoozing for a short while to read Mary's text message: It's a good day to look at the clouds and the grass. Or something like that. And then I went to sleep.

Phone kept ringing the whole time, and when I saw it was Mary calling, I didn't pick up or bother to call back. I thought she wanted to talk about what a sunny day it was - because yes, Mary and I are prone to talking about the weather - so I didn't think there was anything serious she wanted to tell me. (In fact, I vaguely, sleepily considered the possibility that she had altogether decided to ditch her 3PM class, and, knowing I didn't have classes for the rest of the day, wanted to hang out somewhere along the Katipunan strip.) And then! I woke up.

2 Messages, both from Mary. Message 1: Sandy, is it all right if I call you now? Message 2: Hey Sandy. Your friend left her phone. We found it at secwalk.

After reading the second message, I texted back: Sorry, fell asleep. My friend who?

And then I began wondering how on Earth Mary recognized Trisha's phone - because Trisha is the only UP friend I've ever introduced to her. I took a shower, mulling about the absurdity of the situation, and just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, the truth hit me.

And, haha, no wonder Isay L. called Mary's mother instead of me.