The mug I brought home from Las Vegas feels like a tiny time capsule from one of my favorite trips. We picked it up after a Coldplay concert, when the city was still buzzing and our voices were hoarse from singing along. Every detail on it reminds me of the neon glow, the late-night energy, and how surreal it felt to be experiencing something so big and exciting with the people I love. It isn’t just a souvenir-it’s a little reminder of the joy and chaos of that night, wrapped up in something I can hold.