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We finally got our Christmas tree a couple of days ago, which is a feat, considering we’ve been talking about decorating our balcony for the past two weeks with no progress. At least we have our Tannenbaum visible through the window now, so we don’t look like the Grinches of the apartment building.

The genius working at the tree lot tied the tree to Laura’s car before any of us were in it, leaving us no way to get in. We all managed to get in after much climbing over gearsticks and handbrakes.

So far we’ve only advanced to the light stage. We may hit the tinsel stage by Christmas Eve.

We went to see Jersey Boys last night. Laura was pretty excited to finally be able to see “the 2005 Tony-award winning smash hit” (Her words. Nerd.) being the huge Broadway nut she is, and hey, it’s Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, so everybody wins. The show was awesome. What wasn’t awesome, though, was the hobo who coughed all over me at the sandwich shop we ate at before the show, and the ensuing cold that I woke up with today. And just four days before our Portland trip, too.

Apart from that, we’ve been pretty busy with Christmas stuff. I finally managed to finish all my Australia-bound shopping, after running around for the last few days trying to get everything to send in time for Christmas. I was subjected to gross humiliation earlier this evening, when we were at a drugstore picking up a few final items. My mum wanted me to get her an American women’s magazine, so as I was buying it the thing wouldn’t scan, leading the lady at the checkout to call across the store “Scott! This issue of Woman’s World isn’t scanning!” And of course he didn’t hear her, so she repeated “WOMAN’S WORLD. It isn’t scanning!” Thankfully the woman recognised the potential embarassment of the situation, and added “For this young lady here”, pointing toward Laura. It was pretty hilarious, in a “you got any economy size bottles of painkillers here?” kinda way.