Let me just say that I’m exhausted.
I rarely stay up till midnight as I did last night, especially on a school night, and I’m terribly, terribly tired right now.
Part of it is the lack of sleep (thanks CATS for demanding that I still wake up at 5:30am).
Then there was the glass of champagne to celebrate the grand finale and the wine to go with the meal during the 2 1/2 hour episode (my plan to gulp big glasses of water between glasses of vino worked well, at first). On top of that we ate lots of the delicious food that friends made (and that I finished off for lunch today–yum!).
And, there was all of the giggling over the Lost-themed Target commercials:
Was it all worth it?
Socially, yes. For the last few years each Lost night was a big event with friends, food, and philosophical/literary and dishy discussions during commercials, as well as the various screams directed at the television that happened with increasing frequency over the years.
But, really, why end what was so intriguing because it was, in addition to a soap opera, a philosophical science fiction drama as if we were watching, well, Party of Five with Matthew Fox as a much younger savior? What we got was pure soap opera, with only a weird dash of sci fi (embarrassingly echoing, in part, the endings of Titanic and The Sixth Sense).
Not that I didn’t enjoy the sappy ending: I’ve spent years of my life with these characters and even a literature professor can get all warm and fuzzy at a happy ending, no matter how twisted. But really: couldn’t we have had a little less of the hugging and kissing, and a little more of the philosophy of Lost?
I’m going to bed early tonight.