Dearest People:

Momentous events warrant serious celebrations, and, as most of you know, the last year and a half has been momentous for us. 

First, Mark turned 60. 

Months later, we set off on a cross-country drive that was punctuated by a surprise (for one of us at least) proposal on a beautiful July morning on Lake Jackson in Wyoming's Grand Tetons National Park.

Yeah, we know...why the rush, right? Some of you questioned whether we had the maturity to make such a life-altering decision (Obviously not). Others asked if Mark had finally caved to Ken's years of demands for an iron-clad pre-nup protecting the Kovacs family fortune before he’d tie the knot (Next question).

But three months later, we got hitched anyway in a small, family ceremony on Lafayette Square in Savannah, GA, followed by a reception a half-block away at the childhood home of one of our favorite writers, Flannery O'Connor. And nine months after that, we're STILL married... so TAKE THAT HATERS!

Then Ken turned 60. And when we totaled up the years, we figured 143 warranted a party. With you. All of you. And the 143 party was hatched.

We'll be celebrating in a city we love - where we first met up 23 years ago over Caipirinhas at a restaurant in Adams Morgan - and one that many of you love as well. And we'd love to have you join us.

Getting Grown

Ken's early don't ask, don't tell phase.

Mark single-handedly ushering in the great sleeveless turtleneck boyswear revolution

Getting Hitched

Never Kenough wedding cake!

An offer he couldn’t refuse: marriage proposal on a deep, cold lake in a boat without a paddle.