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TIFU by maybe accidentally inviting my plumber over for Thanksgiving

My plumber is a really nice guy with a heart of 24k gold. I've actually started smiling when I clog the toilet because it means he's coming over with his Italian accent and his arcane sense of humor (last time as he walked in and saw my ceramic cactus sculpture, he remarked: "it-a look-a like you have green tube guy, my friend"). I honestly couldn't say what it is about him that excites me so much; I guess we all have people in our lives that we for some reason just enjoy being around.

Yesterday, as he fixed my sink, we had one of our most intimate conversations ever. I told him about my family history of alcoholism, and he opened up about how his ex-wife was supposed to join him in the States a few years back but instead fell in love with another man. He lives alone here while all his family is still in Italy, and he just had a major falling out with three of his best friends.

After he was done working, I opened a bottle of tequila and we kept taking shots and talking until we were beyond fucked. At one point, I guess I felt really bad about his situation, so I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner and he began to weep. We hugged and he told me he appreciated it so much. Then we took three more shots and he drove home.

My wife was already displeased to come home and find me drunk on a Sunday and then when I told her that our plumber was coming to Thanksgiving dinner, she went off. We've only been married a few months, and this is going to be our first Thanksgiving "as a family." Her parents and siblings are coming over and it's a huge deal for her-- she really wants to prove herself as a hostess and an adult. She says there is no way the plumber is coming to Thanksgiving.

Now I have to call him or something and let him know he can't come, but that will shatter my heart and make his next house call very awkward. I might polish off the tequila tonight and send him a text or something. My palms are really sweaty as I type.

TL;DR: Got drunk and invited the plumber to my wife's inaugural Thanksgiving

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