A more traditional sort of memento from a concert would be a ticket or program. Perhaps a CD or autographed set list. Quite unexpectedly, from my chair in the front row at Holiday Jam last evening, I was beaned from the stage by Mr. Jeremy Hegg with a crusty old dinner roll. Which the band members then most graciously signed for me. I wonder if they do this at all the shows. I have decided to feel special anyway. Eventually this bun will likely take up a place of dubious honor on top of the china cabinet with a certain cupcake. Like I have said in this space before, envy my life.
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