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I have several memorable concerts, as my parents have been taking me to them since I was five. But the winner has to be a Barenaked Ladies concert in 1996.
Thirteen years ago Friday, to be exact, on my tenth birthday. I heard they were going to be in Oxford less than a week beforehand - when we went to see them in Cincinnati, so I was sure there was no way we'd go to the Oxford show.
But then jenerator got tickets (THIRD ROW, NO LESS) and we went to dinner in Oxford, under the pretext of her wanting to see me for the day, and Dad got my then-brand-new concert shirt out of the car and went 'here, you might need this.' I was convinced they'd gotten me a second one until they got out the tickets. XD
This was right after they started telling people not to throw Kraft Dinner at the stage (apparently high-velocity macaroni and cheese hurts, and at the concert just before this, I got covered in cheese sauce powder); I still have some of the funny money they passed around at the concert. Good for admission into the treefort, yo.
So: Not only my most memorable concert, but the best birthday present ever.

into the blue again, after the money's gone

So there's the thing where I'm very, very tempted by jossverse_bb (and might have enough of the idea fleshed out to try to run with it). And there's the thing where I'm the last person to advocate premature holiday talk? But good God I've already got yuletide fever.
And my shoulder hurts like a lot. Not so fun, and possibly related to the two-fisted vacuum cleaner at work. (Thing's like fifty years old, or something. And it refuses to be pushed forward. Not Fun.)
Note to self: You have a phone call to make ASAP, if you want to go to that damn concert.
And GIP, courtesy of ye olde Free-For-All. (Why are all of the icons I call OTP icons for canonically doomed pairings? XD)