An invitation for every kind of gathering.

We rented the whole cinema. Her favorite film at nine, popcorn by the bucket.

It took all of Sunday. Come admire them, and wear the ugly sweater you pretend not to own.

Her dad has volunteered for the dunk tank. Three throws a ticket.

Come in a swimsuit. The big duck is his; every other toy is for sharing.

Bring a sleeping bag. Pickup is Sunday at ten.

Rental shoes required.

She turns thirty-one on eight wheels. Skate rental is included.

We’ll have lunch by the penguin pool. Strollers welcome.

The jellyfish room is quiet if you need a minute.

The ewes started lambing last week. Boots by the barn door.

The parlor is closed to everyone but us.

Zuzana's baby shower. Cake gone by two.

Six dozen sugar cookies are waiting to be iced. Aprons provided; sprinkles end up everywhere.

Songbooks provided. Mittens strongly advised. We finish at the Dahls’ with cocoa.

Come in last night’s sequins. The first pancake always comes out ugly, so Zeno eats it.

Applesauce vs. sour cream, settled at last.

Claim a dish in the group chat. We’ve got the turkey.

She taught three generations of Redwood kids to read. Come say thank you.

At sundown on the roof. Shaken hard and poured cold, the way the Keys like them.

Bring a swimsuit. We grow the grapefruit.

Dig out the polyester. There will be a cheese ball, and it will be rolled in pecans.

We buried a whole skeleton in the sandbox. Bring a bucket.

Swim tails welcome. Towels and treasure provided.

X marks the cake. Eye patches at the gangway.