On Thursday evening, I emailed FF with some questions about the dinner. Things like: will you do the prep at your house and bring it over, or are you doing all the prep at my place? How many pots and pans will you need? Do you want money in advance to pay for the food? You know, practical questions.
On Friday, he emails me "I'll get back to you over the weekend." I sent two texts and last night another email, saying "call me on your break at work". I'm still waiting.
None of this is a surprise. One of my guests dropped by yesterday while I was raking endless leaves, and I told her to be ready for a meal cooked by Yours Truly. She said she's ready for a pot luck.
So I'm planning my own menu. At least the dining room has been cleared out and the good dishes are ready to be used for the first time in years and years.
I hope he's in jail. Nothing else will be a good enough excuse. (But am I surprised? No. Not at all.)