Ok, I am so late to this party that even the girl in the white jeans doing the shopping cart to Flo Rida has hooked up with the drunk frat boy that had previously been using her as target practice for flinging beer caps, and left.
That’s how late I am.
Nevertheless, this is a good party. Me and the huz are enjoying it immensely, and before I go on, a warning, please:
If you ruin it for me, I will spam your comments with poetry from my grade 10 diary. I mean it, people; any spoilers and your inbox gets it. And I was very dramatic when I was 16, so it won’t be pretty.
Ok. So here we are at this party, and holy moly, we are enjoying ourselves. Sorry? What party, you ask? Well, if you haven’t already guessed, we are watching Lost.
From the beginning, on DVD.
For about 4 hours.
Partly because we are staying up too damn late – and this is my fault; I am almost always the person to suggest, ‘Just one more!’ as the credits roll and the clock blinks midnight.
And partly because I then lay awake for a while, digesting the mystery overload I’ve just consumed like too much leftover potato salad late at night. (oy, the heartburn.)
I mean, seriously – this is a good show. It’s so creepy, and every episode leaves me with more questions:
Why is Sawyer so mean!
Why aren’t there more alpha-dogs fighting for leadership!
What’s in the woods!
Is Claire’s baby going to be ok!
How are we out of raisin bran already!
Anyway, you know, because you’re like two seasons ahead of me. Believe it or not, I have managed to absorb almost zero buzz about this show (I’ve been busy, people), so we’re watching it with virgin eyes, which is great.
But now, like most people that get to the party really late, I want to know if you guys had fun – who do you think is the hottest? (I’m thinking Kate – you with me?) Do you love the show? Did the drunk frat boy fall asleep before the girl in the white jeans had a chance to...
Ahem, let’s leave that last one alone, shall we? Because really, all I’m interested in at this point is my couch, my snack, my husband to hold my hand during the scary bits and explain things to me (I’m tired, remember?), and the remote.
Press play. Time to get Lost.