Saturday, May 22, 2010
I never intended to watch the show, Lost. Husband convinced me when we were dating that I had to watch it. I watched the first episode of season 1 on DVD and declared that it was a dumb show and I wasn’t interested. But here I am years later, and I’m somehow addicted to the show. We even made a pilgrimage to the "set" in Hawaii two years ago. (Well, we were already in Hawaii to see friends, and it was fun to see the beach where they film.) I have mixed feelings about the series finale on Sunday. On one hand, I’m dying to see how everything turns out. On the other, I’m a little bummed to think that Husband and I will no longer rush to the couch to watch another episode of the show together. And I will miss all the e-mails exchanged with our friends saying, “Did you see Lost last night? What did you think??” Husband and I are having our own Lost-themed dinner on Sunday to celebrate. There’s a chicken place in town that looks almost exactly like Hurley’s “Mr. Cluck’s Chicken,” so we’re going to get take-out from there. (This might just be my ploy to have an excuse to eat greasy-fried chicken.) We’ll drink some sort of island-themed drink, too. Yes, this dinner is random, but then again, so is the show. So maybe it all works. Farewell, Lost. We will miss you!