During a global pandemic, when touching a doorknob felt risky, Dana & Andrés decided a first date was a great idea. And honestly? It worked.

Their first rendezvous at Brooklyn Bridge Park went surprisingly well — rare for Tinder, elite for the algorithm. That digital swipe became five years of real-life adventures: getting sick across Southeast Asia (shockingly, not from eating bugs or durian fruit), hunting down the best donuts in any city, museum wanders with no plan, and their own personal Chinatown food tours.

Somewhere along the way, Dana accidentally made Andrés a Bravo convert, and now he willingly watches Love Island every summer like a man who can’t be saved. Meanwhile, Andrés has made Dana… a better person — mostly because he’s the only one brave enough to tell her that her British accent is, in fact, delusional (“But I sound British!”), and because he’s taught her that late-night snacks are never optional.

They’re not promising a fairytale. They’re promising something better: an event that feels like stumbling into an organized, woods-based cult run by two people who love good food, good jokes, and each other — so, of course, they’re dragging all their favorite people into the Catskills to witness it.

You’ve made the guest list — congratulations, you’re now in the inner circle. No backsies.