There is a point, somewhere in the thirties, when the right birthday is a cocktail hour: good glasses, one great dress, people who can hold a conversation. This invitation looks the part. A gold-script headline, an emerald satin ribbon tied through white blossoms, a coupe of champagne with a curl of lime and a thin gold frame around cream paper.
The guest of honor’s name goes in green script under the toast, then the date and the place, and it is finished. Nothing else on the card needs touching.
Host it at seven, serve one signature drink and one that is not alcoholic, and put out food people can eat standing: olives, cheese, something warm from the oven every half hour. Three hours is plenty. Ask for a yes or no by reply; adults appreciate knowing you are counting.
