March 1, 2026 | Philadelphia, PA

We technically met at work, but our first real conversation happened over tequila at the company holiday party. His order included water, which Melina had strong opinions about. One drink turned into a long conversation, and somehow, that was it. Our first date was dinner, drinks, darts, and temporary tattoos. We stayed out much later than planned. The second date was takeout in sweatpants and a full season of a show we couldn’t name now if we tried. From the start, it all felt strangely easy. Joe proposed on a quiet morning at Cira Green. No big production. Just the two of us. It was simple, personal, and exactly right. We balance each other in ways that work. Melina reads the instructions. Joe freestyles. He’s the early riser. She thrives in curated chaos. We both obsess over restaurant menus and treat our dog like a dependent. Now we’re getting married, and we can’t wait to do what we’ve always done best: share good food, better drinks, and a great time with the people we love most.