Turning eighteen is a level nobody skips, so the invitation should treat it like one. Here the card wears a border of blue and silver pixels, a scatter of stars, a ribbon of teal and a chunky game controller modeled in clay in the corner, with a cream center left clear for the four lines that matter.
Type his name, the date and the place. The letters come out in the same cool blue as the headline, so nothing looks pasted on.
For the party, two screens beat one: a tournament bracket on the big TV and a retro console on a smaller one for anyone waiting their turn. Keep the food one-handed, because nobody puts down a controller for a fork. Pizza, wings and a sheet cake with his gamertag on it are the whole menu. Set an end time; it will be ignored, but it helps.
