LOST and Found

The weekend is over...story of my life. It was a good one, though. I stayed here in town (which was much-needed, seeing as I had been on the road for the past five weekends in a row, gahh!) and spent some quality time with my roommates and the other ladies. I won't pour on too many details, but the weekend basically consisted of: going out to dinner, rum and cokes, rum and cokes while watching Tim Gunn's new show on the DVR, going to skanky downtown bars and not having to pay the cover charge, more rum and cokes, shopping, outlet shopping and finding adorable pants for $7, macaroni and cheese, rum and cokes, brownies, Serendipity, the Emmy's, and some more rum and cokes. All in all, a great success.

And in much bigger, more wonderful news, Monday nights shall henceforth be known as LOST Nights, in which we will methodically watch every single episode of my favorite show until it comes back on the air again sometime in February (aka, in a million frillion years). I don't know if LOST needs to be capitalized like that, but damn it, I just love the show so much, so all caps it is. Bite me.

I admit, I have been going through some Jack/Sawyer/Charlie withdrawal. In case I am not alone in this, below are some juicy pics to whet your whistle. And if you want to start watching Season 1 tonight, come over. Bring sustenance and ideas of what you want your weekly LOST Night t-shirt to say. (Mine will say something along the lines of, "I went to a mystery island, hooked up with Sawyer, and all I got was this shirt. And syphilis." Or something like that.)