There had been no word from Beans since the party last weekend. Ironically, after everything that transpired that night, I ended up sharing a cab home with him and Jellycake and Sabs at the end of the night. Fortunately, mine was the first stop and I think I was out of the door even before the cabbie had pulled over.
Dead silence all this week. Not a call, email or even text message.
Then today. A phone call from Beans asking what I was up tonight and if I wanted to pop round to his for pizza and a DVD. The time? 6:23 pm, when most people would already have firmed up plans for the evening. I can only imagine that his fell through, and I was the convenient backup.
And so, it gave me the greatest pleasure to be able to say, No thanks, but I can't. I have plans.
It may not be an adequate payback for last weekend, but I'm sure it counts for something!