I saw this on Shakesville.
Highlarious!
So, I am a huge Lost fan....huge....from episode one on...polar bears...smoke monsters....Mr Echo...traveling back in time and forward in time and across time...two islands...the hatch.....Boone's baby blues...the Dharma Initiative...Sawyer....I see dead people. It's all good.
So, Carlos comes home from work and we have dinner--a delicious ground turkey and black bean soup with mole sauce and store-bought roasted garlic bread--and then I tell him.
Lost is on tonight and all I ask is that, if you're going to watch it, do not speak.
I can speak if I want.
No, seriously, you can't. You'll start asking me who that is, or aren't they dead, or that doesn't make sense, or, ooooh that's a pretty lamp, and I'll stop to explain and then miss something important.
Just catch me up.
You can't 'catch up.' You either watch or you don't. If I explained the show to you we'd be here all night and I'd miss the 3-hour premiere.
Three hours? For what?
Leave the room.
But it's back. It's back. And I'm still hooked.
Then about an hour-and-a-half into the show, Carlos comes back into the room, sees Desmond and Penny in bed, and says, Ooooh, papi, who's that?
Stop!
Just tell me who that is.
Desmond.
And what's he doing.
He's going to Oxford and you're leaving the room.
I may have to get a lock for the office door and lock Carlos in next week.
