because our love for zac efron and free things knows no bounds, we traipsed through the blowing snow down to the sneak peek of
orson welles & me, a not particularly wonderful movie full of entirely too thin women and men who spat a lot when they spoke, but which nonetheless gave us a plenty of this...

not a bad end to a day that began with a morning in which i spilt a liter of milk on the train and was told by no less than nine total strangers, "miss, you're leaking."
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