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I wish I'd thought to take pictures. As usual when I'm having a good time, thoughts of photography go by the wayside.
My drowned-Charlie costume didn't pan out, but there was a Locke/Anti-Locke, a Hurley, a fifth-season Jack complete with bushy beard, pills and booze, a really good Daniel Faraday, and a Zoe (is that the name of Widmore's assistant whom I was so happy to see throat-slashed last week?)
Our names on the wall was my favorite touch, I think. I hated to cross mine off, but I really don't want to be a candidate for anything. I'm gonna treasure my Oceanic boarding pass though. Glad I remembered to swipe it, but so upset I forgot to see the KITTIES. Aaaarrrraggghghg!!!
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