7am Emergency Phone Call

This morning, just before 7am, I woke up with a sudden start as my work cell phone, which I do carry with me pretty much all of the time, started to ring. The ring tone that I have set for emergencies (i.e. numbers I don't know) is this crazy dance techno thing. Its scary enough in the middle of the day much less waking you up out of a fairly deep slumber.
With lots of confusion, because I was positive that I was not on call, I answered. Through lots of static, I spoke with one of our Mennonite farmers and he explained his emergency and that he wanted someone to come out to look at his cow. I was still in deep confusion wondering what day it was because if it was Saturday morning, I sort of was still on call from Friday night. However, I did realize that it wasn't Saturday morning, but Sunday. So I assured the farmer that the vet on call would call him once he knew when he could get out there. I stumbled down the stairs, called the actual vet on call and then called the farmer back telling him that the vet would be there shortly. When talking to the vet on call (Dr.Farrell), I know that I continued my confused babbling as I told him that I didn't think the answering machines had been changed. He said he'd have someone change them. Then I went to bed still in a major panic.
This wasn't the first time that I've mistakenly received an emergency call on my off weekend. Normally, though its a small animal client from Holly Pike that only listens to the message long enough to get the first number they hear-who is on from Friday night (me). I pass those messages on too. This was the first time that Newville has screwed up though.
Eventually, I would fall back asleep and get up a little after 10am. This morning, I had a trip to a wedding show planned in Camp Hill. Joe was already at work so I was going alone. Once there, I talked to only a few vendors because so much of the stuff-cakes, venues, transportation-I couldn't do with a Pennsylvania vendor. It was sort of depressing realizing that 1) I still don't know anything about planning a wedding and 2) going to one of these things really shouldn't be done solo. It should be with your mom or friends. Meaning that I need some Pennsylvania friends. Joe and I have discussed this lots of times. Neither of us know how to go about getting friends as adults minus the people we work with. Somehow, I feel at this age, we're just as likely to get sucked into some sort of orgy cult as we would be into a legitamate friendship. The people Joe works with are Newville trash and those that I work with are great but in actuality, it would be nice to have some people as friends that aren't related to the veterinary profession. I realize that one thing ties me to many of my friends but that's beside the point. We've been friends long enough that its not just that anymore. Sigh. I need some friends. Anyone want to move to Pennsylvania?