We, like many people, watched LOST. And followed it from its inception…through dating to getting married, then moving out of the country and becoming expats, making new friends and creating new lives abroad. Now that LOST was ending, we needed an equally momentous way to mourn its loss.

So we had a party.

We drank fruity cocktails…

And invited friends who were fans, similarly invested in the fates of Jack, Hurley, Sawyer, and the rest of the gang.

We contemplated theories about the island, discussed characters’ flaws, father issues, and various predicaments…

And wondered how so many loose ends could possibly be tied up in 1 hour and 45 minutes.
Vincent wasn’t there. But Zouma was…

In honor of the island, we ate shrimp kebabs, tomato salad, and grilled salmon with mango salsa.
We even procured some special beer…

To properly toast the show (and each other)…

All in all, it was a good night.

Celebratory, emotional, amusing…

And life-affirming.
Just like the show.