No spoilers, just a major LOST hangover. But the ending of LOST was all I hoped it would be. I was a crying, blubbering mess for the final half hour. I will seriously miss the show. It was a great six years and I thank the creative folks that gave us one wild ride.
Speaking of wild rides, I spent Saturday at Hollywood Studios for Star Wars Weekends. I didn't meet Temeura Morrison because evidently I am not rabid enough to sleep in a chair outside a theme park for eight hours. I was able to meet one Daniel Logan, who was very adorable even with a slightly Americanized Kiwi accent.
I caught up with
wicked_swann after her shift and we hung out, accosting Commander Cody, Ahsoka and searching out the newest droid R2-MK. The Hyperspace Hoopla is hilarious as always but I question Vader wearing a sparkly black ovenmitt for his turn as Michael Jackson.
Is it bad that I am ready for the weekend when it's only Tuesday? Of course, part of the reason is because I can't wait to see Prince of Persia. Mmmm...Jake Gyllenhaal.