Ask away.

Yep. Free to join, free to use, and there’s nothing to buy once you’re in. No ads either — nobody is paying me to put something in front of you.

I don’t! Right now this is one guy paying a hosting bill because he wanted his friends to hang out more. If that ever changes, it’ll be because somebody asked for more than the app gives away. It won’t be because I sold your dinner plans to an advertiser.

Nope. Flip on the share link for your event and text it to them like a normal person. They tap it, they see the plan, they say yes. No app, no account, no password to forget.

If they want the whole thing later — their own friends, Circles, the chat, the photos — there’s an iPhone app, and there’s also just a website. Same Bramble either way.

Two doors. Grab it from the App Store, or skip the download entirely and go to app.brambleisthebomb.com. Same app, same account, same everything — one of them just doesn’t eat 100MB of your phone.

It’s in testing on Google Play. Say the word and I’ll add you to the test group. Or don’t wait for me — app.brambleisthebomb.com works beautifully on an Android phone today, and there’s nothing to install.

Bramble, in a browser. Same account, same events, same friends as the phone app — and new stuff usually lands there first, like share links, spots, plus-ones, and the photo album. Your phone still buzzes when things happen.

Anybody who’s ever been the person in the group chat typing “so… are we doing this or not.” Bramble doesn’t care how big the plan is. Half the events on here are two people and a coffee.

What, when, where. Send it. You’re done in about thirty seconds. If the occasion deserves more — a photo, a description, somebody to help you run it — that’s all there too, and you can add it later.

Please do. Leave the date off and write something like “next weekend, TBD.” The idea sits there while everybody argues about Saturday in the chat, and if it never happens, it quietly clears itself out. No cleanup, no archaeology.

A group of your people with a name on it. Camping Crew. Karaoke people. Friends who hate karaoke. Build it once and invite the whole lot with one tap forever. Circles are yours alone — nobody else can see them, and nobody knows they’re in one.

Turn on the share link and send it however you’d send anything else. They RSVP without downloading a thing. Anybody holding that link can pass it along, so if you want it tight, leave the link off. You’ll find the switch at app.brambleisthebomb.com, and texting invites straight from the app is on its way.

That one’s on me. Everybody who said yes or maybe gets a nudge the evening before at 6pm — their time, not yours — and another one two hours out, when it’s time to find your shoes. Hosts get both no matter what they answered.

If you invited folks by link, give them a poke yourself. They’re not in the reminder system yet.

Both directions. Hosts can switch them off for an event, and anybody can mute a single event without going quiet on everything else. Both switches are at app.brambleisthebomb.com.

Both. Set Spots and Bramble stops taking yeses once you’re full — maybes don’t hold a seat, so nobody’s blocking a chair they’re not going to sit in. Set RSVP by and answers lock at a time you pick.

Your call. Allow anywhere from zero to five, and people pick how many they’re bringing when they answer. They count against your cap, so your kitchen stays a reasonable size.

Up to three questions, type-an-answer or pick-one, required if you want them to be. “What are you bringing?” pays for itself. Only you and your co-hosts can read what comes back.

Add a co-host. They can edit the event and invite people, so you’re not the only one answering “wait, where is it again?”

Edit it and everybody invited sees the new version. Bramble won’t buzz them about the change, so drop a line in the event chat — that’s exactly what it’s there for.

One tap and it’s in your phone’s calendar. It’s a copy, not a live wire, so if the plan moves in Bramble you’ll want to move it there too.

The people you invited. That’s the list. There’s no feed to scroll, no “events near you,” and nothing to stumble across. Turn on a share link and whoever you send it to can see it too — that’s the only door, and you’re the one holding the handle.

Not without you saying yes first. Somebody who knows your handle can send a friend request and you’ll see it, but nothing happens until you accept it. After that, sure, they can invite you to things — that’s rather the point of friends. Change your mind and you can unfriend or block anytime.

The guest list is yours to run. The share link is the loophole: anybody holding it can forward it, and anybody who opens it can answer. If someone who’s already on Bramble opens your link, they land in the event properly, with the guest list and the chat and the photos. Want it airtight? Leave the link off.

In a shared album on the event. Everybody who’s there can add to it and see it, and nobody outside can — including people who RSVP’d by link. Posted something you regret? You can pull it, and so can your host. The album lives at app.brambleisthebomb.com.

It’s gone. The invitations, the chat, the RSVPs, the album — all of it, and nobody can open it again.

No. There’s no ad network in here and nobody’s buying anything about you. There’s nothing in this whole business that depends on knowing where you had brunch. The Privacy Policy has the long version if you want it.

Search their handle, or send them an email invite from the Friends tab. They say yes, you’re friends, done. Inviting by text is on the list.

Block them, report them, or both — it’s all on their profile, on your phone or on the web. Blocking cuts it off in both directions. Reports come straight to me, and I read every one.

Settings, then Delete account. One “are you sure,” and it’s done. Nobody from retention is going to call you.

Check the spelling on their email, then have them look in spam. That’s it nine times out of ten. Still nothing? Email me and I’ll go find it.

Then email me: whatsup@brambleisthebomb.com. It goes to one person, and that person is me. One guy made this thing, so please be kind about the bugs — but do tell me about them.