Well, crap. Sam couldn't exactly think of any reason why Wednesday was no good. Not in the state he was in. He'd have to think of something to tell Jesse before he'd got the chance to ring his mum though. Once he told her, Sam wouldn't like to back out or anything. That would be rude.
Sighing in defeat, he said, "Make sure she doesn't go to any trouble or anything, all right?" Because he had a feeling he'd be going on Wednesday, whether he wanted to or not.
But the movie was on again, and then there was a girl in the garden, and flying record albums, and Sam topped up his drink with a smile before settling back into the couch with it.