Wednesday, February 24, 2010
About a year and a half ago, I started watching the TV show Lost from episode one. About a year and 5 months and one week ago, I had watched four seasons and could not think about anything else. Luckily, I made Wright and my mom start watching as well, so I was in good company.
Lost has become one of my favorite TV shows, by far. And no, I'm not normally into sci fi or drama shows, I tend to watch bravo and sit coms. But this show.... it's just so good. Good enough that every Tuesday night (or in last season's case, Wednesday night), my plans center around it. And the next day, well, any Lost fan can tell you what they do the day after the episode (ahem).
Last night was no exception. Our Lost group gathered at Wright's apartment and we drank Dharma beer and ate boar and papaya (well, pork tenderloin with a pineapple relish). We talked and talked about theories and got excited about the episode, which, by the way, was hands down the best episode I've ever seen.
Lost is an addiction, and one I'd recommend, even if just for the theme dinners.