At dinner afterwards I asked my girlfriend what she thought. We drank our smuggled IPAs (see the afore mentioned messenger bag) in the back of the darkened theater, and for the next two hours bathed in the world that director Todd Haynes meticulously constructed. I stomped into the movie theater, covered in a mixture of rain and snow, and announced to the two girls standing behind the concession counter, "We made it!" I clutched my purse (which is more of a messenger bag because, hello - gay) during our drive to the theater not because I worried we would get stuck in the snow, but because I worried the snow would make us late and I might miss even a second of this movie I'd been waiting for three years to be made. Someone did not want us to make it to this movie. In the moments before we left the house, it started to hail. Less than one inch, they said with confidence. The meteorologists had been predicting the first snowfall of the year.
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