A shot in the arm, anyone?

So I'm going to do another tag. Why? Because the post I'm trying to write is only half-way there and not likely to merit completion unless I'm struck with a wave of epiphanies.

Also, the emptiness in my life that The Wander Years has helped fill in the last couple of years is beginning to find its way up my spine again. And I'm not about to let that happen.

So on that note, this one's for Pallavi -

Last movie seen in a theatre:
The first hour of Krazzy 4 (Yes, I know)

What book are you reading?
I'm not much of a reader, so nothing

Favourite board game:
Monopoly

Favourite magazine:
&. (No other magazine comes close)

Favourite smells:
Aqua by Bvlgari and Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani

Favourite sound:
P's Laughter

Worst feeling in the world:
Nausea

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
Sex

Favourite fast food place:
Cliche - Big Chill

Future child’s name:

Whatever the ugly but sweet nurse at the adoption agency calls him

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”
Live out of a hotel room

Do you drive fast?
I'm the tortoise, always was

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
Every now and then, when my date cancels on me (I owe this one to the Japanese)

Storms - Cool or Scary?
Neither, just inconvenient

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
I don't eat plants

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
There are somethings I refuse to think about, let alone do

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
New Delhi, Bangalore

Favourite sports to watch:
Test cricket, F1

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
Pallavi - One of the very few women who'd pick Uncle Jack over a Strawberry Martini

What’s under your bed?
Nothing, I hope

Would you like to be born as yourself again?
I wouldn't have it any other way

Morning person or night owl?
Both, actually

Over easy or sunny side up?
Sunny side up

Favourite place to relax:
A hotel room, anywhere

Favourite pie:
Strawberry

Favourite ice cream flavour:
After eight by Gelato Vittorio

You pass this tag to:
Anyone who could use a shot in the arm

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There was a crowd. And electronic music.
The girls were stunning, but her smile.

Her smile.

There was intent. And stars in the sky.
The whisky was potent, but her eyes.

Her eyes.

There was depth. And a pool to jump into.
The dress was brave, but her innocence.

Her innocence.

There was a man. And a worthy one at that.
The absence of chance, but hope.

Hope.

There was a sign. And an idea that wanted to try.
The desire to love again, but fear.

Fear.

Rantravereflect added:

There was a connection. And a magic potion that emptied itself into us.
The frenzied bloodiness gushing, but her misplaced sanity.

Sanity.

There was the unison. And fire and fiery passion.
The love was impreganble, but so was her betrayal.

Betrayal.

There used to be another man. And maybe he was worthier than me.
The earth shook a little, but her stablity.

Stability.

There was a wedding. And beautiful bridesmaids and confetti.
The look of nervousness, but her faith.

Faith.

The Beautiful South.

Thank you L, your powers of observation are truly awe-inspiring.