gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.
Wow, that one’s actually tough, because so much of that has to do with more than just the food - it’s about who I’m with, and the occasion, and and and. Probably my favorite memory of a meal is a night out during a convention for convention organizers (c’mon, you didn’t think we really pull all of this out of thin air, do you?). I think there were twenty of us, who had all worked together on one or more local cons, and we wound up in the private room at a local Brazilian steakhouse. I couldn’t tell you everything we had, save that there was a lot of it. The gauchos kept coming around with their skewers of this or that, and we’d say “Yes, please!” and then it was on our plates. And the conversation was full of “Remember when”s and “oh, that reminds me of”s - and most of it was even relevant to the convention. ;-)
jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.
I know I’ve told the story before, but… November 2004, and I’ve just broken up with someone who had been a childhood crush, then came back into my life twenty years later. He was right to end it when he did, but I was in the midst of making some very large strides in my mental health, so having my equilibrium upset like that was devastating. I take myself out for some retail therapy and pick up an album that had come out the month before, but which I hadn’t had the chance to buy yet. And I’m listening to the CD in my car, and this song comes on…and I have to pull over in the parking lot to cry, because I suddenly believed that I was going to make it through. It’s why I have a Duran Duran tattoo now, because I’m pretty damned certain they saved my life.
roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
I’m a California girl - what do I know from seasons? ;-) Seriously, though, and based upon the seasons as I’ve experienced them in my life, I would choose autumn, when it’s finally cooled off enough to think about snuggling close with someone you love (and not wishing there was something larger than a king bed, because it’s entirely too *&^%$#@! hot to be less than twenty feet away from everyone at all times).
