Two weeks ago, I received a phone call from from Natasha after a hiatus of around half a year and this is how it went.
Natasha: Hi babe! How are you doing? I heard you were getting married! Congrats babe! That's awesome news.
Me (quite pleased that she had even bothered to wish me): Thanks Natasha. I'm doing good. How are you doing? How's your job and stuff?
Natasha: I'm doing awesome. But listen. I gotta tell you something. I won't be able to come for your wedding. I will be busy that entire week. So sorry babe. I feel really horrible.
Me (relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness of her realizing that she wasn't invited and then having to deal with a confrontation regarding that): Oh really, Natasha? I was really hoping you would come. Damn it! Why did you have to be busy that same week. So sad!
Natasha: Of course I'm kidding, babe! I wouldn't miss your wedding for the world. Thanks for inviting me. Be sure to send me the invite though. I tend to forget these things. Ciao!
Too stunned to even think, much less muster a reply, all that resounded and echoed for a while after was the click on the telephone that signaled that the conversation had really occurred.