It was the party to end all parties. Literally. We jetted off to Cancun, then the world decided it had enough and shut down. So why not tempt fate again? 5 years later (or, 17 Covid-years) they’re still married (I KNOW) and ready for the reunion. Er, Anniversary. Whatever. We’ll be in Mexico with you, so who cares what we call it?
In the beginning…
Ari likes whisk(e)y, Angela likes whisk(e)y. One likes quantity over quality – we’ll let you decide which is which.
After dating for 3 years, Ari surprised Angela with a say-yes-or-die proposal atop snowy Sandia Peak on their Alaska mileage run/anniversary trip to Albuquerque. Now our fridge is always stocked with Hatch or Anaheim Peppers.
This is the photo that pops up on Ari’s phone when she calls. She’s a keeper.
He has a beard. But fake ones are funnier. Also, he has a drink in his hand. Again.
We don’t really have a “wedding party” in the ‘we make our friends buy expensive dresses they’ll only wear once’ sense of the word, but fear not – the whole darned thing is a party. Also, there are some other people we love. Most of all, you. Whether you can be there or not, you’re part of our community. And we love you for it.