Sunday night we said goodbye to something very beloved. Lost. Since I haven't been feeling very well, it was so nice to just have a small get together and relax. But let me tell you I had friends who went all out, and I'm sad I couldn't witness their festivities in person. (See here and here.)
We all wore our pj's, ate some really yummy food, and chillaxed while we said our final goodbyes.
We made predictions on what we thought the ending would be like, and who we thought would die.
There were island prizes for those who guessed the closest. But everyone was pretty stumped at the end, so we divvied up the prizes.
The night was great. Thanks Eric for hosting, and everyone who made it so fun. Goodbye Lost, you will be missed.
This was the last picture of the night. I told everyone to put on their most serious Lost faces.
"In "Empire", Luke found out Vader was his father, but instead of putting away his lightsaber and talking about it, he overreacted and got his hand cut off. I mean, they worked it out eventually, but at what cost? Another Death Star was destroyed, Boba Fett got eaten by the Sarlacc, and we got the Ewoks. It all could've been avoided if they just, you know, communicated. And let's face it, the Ewoks sucked, dude."