An invitation for every kind of gathering.

Dee turns thirty on the roof.

The ribs went in at nine this morning. Bring a bottle you’d drink twice.

Sack races, egg-and-spoon and a tug-of-war against the grown-ups.

Burgers at five. The sprinkler stays on for the kids, and for Meera.

A coed shower. Cider for Signe, fizz for us.

Cake in the lobby, then the planetarium star show.

His uncles are still arguing about who runs the grill. Come settle it.

Her capstone shipped Friday. Take the back stairs up; sunset is at 7:52.

We finally have a couch. Come sit on it.

Thaddeus is behind the bar and the view is free.

A bucket of ice, a crate of oranges and the best view in the building. Sunset is at 8:21.

Wear something you can paint on. Every guest takes home a masterpiece.

Bring a sleeping bag. S'mores, stars and pancakes at sunrise.

There will be a taco truck. The playlist is his, and he regrets nothing.

Cabanas booked, playlist set. Bring a swimsuit and sunglasses.

Twelve seats at the counter. Chef starts at seven sharp.

Leis at the gate, kalua pork off the coals at six.

Big sister picks the snacks. Matching boots are already by the door.

A gender reveal. Winning side drinks free.

Pajamas encouraged. Hot cocoa, a star talk and a bedtime story at 6.

Finals are over. Zoe & Imani have the first round.

Bring advice and your favorite pastry shop.

Wear clothes you don’t love.

If Eid moves, so does brunch.

One turkey, eleven friends, four chairs. You know what to do.

A dozen from the corner shop and a pound of lox. You bring the hot takes.

Korean barbecue on the roof. The short ribs have marinated since Wednesday, so grab tongs.

We’re pressing tortillas all afternoon. You bring the salsa and we’ll judge it.

Cucumber and elderflower spritzes, plus two more zero-proof cocktails worth dressing for.

Name tags have your yearbook photo. Sorry.

Cabins are open. Bring a sleeping bag and the old songbook.

We have the back room until noon. The pastries are on her aunts.

Small plates in the gallery once the doors close.

Build a posy at the long table. Hers is made from the leftovers.