If there's one thing we can say for sure about "Lost," it's that we can't really say anything for sure. Each week we are more confounded than the one before. But that's OK by us; we stopped taking our medication a while ago, so we kinda like the confusion and uncertainty (not to mention the flashbacks). It also makes throwing a party around this award-winning hit show virtually foolproof: some packets of peanuts, a polar bear and a discarded fuselage of a DC-9 and hot diggity, you've got yourself a "Lost" party. Wait, you don't have a polar bear or aircraft fuselage? Well, it'll cheapen the feel of the entire thing, but if you can get your hands on a couple of adult Samoyeds and hang some emergency oxygen masks from the ceiling of your dining room, no one will know the difference. Scatter some luggage, clothing and toiletries, and you've got the perfect remnants of Oceanic Flight 815.

Setting the scene: For the living room, think tropical island: lush vegetation, sandy beaches. See if you can borrow a parrot from someone. (But for God's sake, keep it away from the Samoyeds.) You'll also need to get some palm trees and scatter a few coconuts around the room to give partygoers the proper "Lost" vibe. Ample seating is provided via the large rocks you found at your area landscape specialist. We also recommend forcing your guests to type the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42 into your personal computer every time Locke says something prophetic - just for giggles.

Attire: For both men and women, dingy tank tops and jeans are de rigueur, though a healthy nod can be given toward wrinkled button-downs. Equally acceptable is sopping wet underwear - but please be more "Kate" than "Hurley." (Hey, people will be eating at this thing.)

On the menu: Pork, the "others" white meat. Get it? Others? Ha-ha. A couple of open jars of peanut butter should keep the "Charlies" and "Claires" happy, while some sushi and tuna steaks help keep the island diet appropriate. Peanuts (cashews for first class) keep everyone mindful of just how they got there. (Don't forget some guests may prefer a kosher meal.) As for libations, they should come in the form of those tiny bottles you get on planes and which also can be found at your local liquor store. Sex on the Beach seems like the most obvious drink for the occasion, but we wouldn't know whom to serve it to. And for crying out loud, don't forget the bottled water.

On the hi-fi: Sounds of nature. You can actually buy compact discs of jungle sounds featuring squawking macaws, waterfalls, waves crashing and a guy named Hurley asking, "Are you gonna eat that?" (OK, we lied about that last one.) And don't forget to download Charlie's band's hit song "(You All) Everybody."

The showstopper: Add authenticity to your soiree by having it on your own island. If it's basically undeveloped, your Samoyeds, er, polar bears can run and run and run, and there should be ample beach space to park the remnants of your DC-9.

By the way, if your party is a huge disaster, remember, everything happens for a reason. (And it's not our fault.)