It's true. Please accept my apologies if I've managed to unintentionally neglect and insult you; I do not mean it. You are a close and dear friend of mine. It's just that things have been crazy lately, so I haven't had the time to tell you all in the proper way.

Here's the skinny: Back in late-November, Jess and I won a contest sponsored by brides.com, which is run by Condé Nast Publications. Every year, 14 couples are chosen to get married at the Empire State Building's private chapel on Valentine's Day. The basis of selection is the relationship story: how we met, how I proposed, and what our association with the ESB is. We were chosen and since then things have been nuts.

There are a lot of cosponsors for the event and, also, there will be some press. I'm not really sure how all of this works yet, so I'm going to refrain on publicly commenting for now, except to say that we're really getting taken care of. It's been surreal.

Okay! Wedding time. Talk to you all later. Gong Xi Fa Cai.