I know that asking one of the guys in the band to show up at her special party would be too much. I just don't want to break her heart. So do me a favor. Write them . It's not like I'm asking you to give money to some stupid charity.
Email is free.
No matter how dirty that sounds, the reality of the situation is pretty grim. People are supposed to bring something either that they've made or bought or whatever, and everyone from all the offices and labs on the 4th floor sit around and share good will and cheer and all that happy horseshit. I slaved on a crowded line at BJs to bring in a big tin of butter cookies. Dr. X lumbers in. People descend upon the food like locusts.