Soup for a Year

11/05/2009

Soup For a Year: It’s Complicated

Filed under: Brie,soup — Brieanna @ 11:58 PM

Soooooo no video tonight because I was otherwise engaged. Doing what, you ask? Certainly not not eating soup? Well, no. I was eating soup, but I was also going to a concert and once again being shushed. Because this is not only a blog about soup, but, I choose to believe, also about me, I will use this blog to talk about what happened to me tonight. I had tickets to the Ok Go show at the Basement. Tickets were only $12! What? That’s insane! I know.

Anyway, I ate some more lobster bisque from Spinelli’s before my friend came over to drink wine and watch terrible reality shows. Then we went to the concert, where I WAS SHUSHED AGAIN!  (I was also shushed by a 12-year-old at the Pete Yorn concert at the Newport last Sunday.) What is up with randoms shushing me at concerts! Listen, I know that I am loud, but things are supposed to be loud at a concert. Also, I didn’t even realized we were being shushed; my friend told me after it happened. Apparently, some stupid girl shushed us while we were talking during a story the lead singer was telling. She sassily did it with her huge boyfriend standing behind her. What this girl didn’t realize is that I know about having a huge boyfriend. Please! My last was famously 6’5″ 270 lbs. So I know that your huge boyfriend can’t fight your fights when your fights are with GIRLS! And if he does, fine. Hit me, huge boyfriend. I’m tough, and I’d like to go to Europe next year, and it would be even better if I got the money from a settlement from you after you hit me for talking during a concert when your bitchy girlfriend thought I shouldn’t be.

I promise a video of me eating some soup tomorrow, and if no one else is here with me, I will eat it to another Rocky song. (Eat it, lol. Hey, we voted. This is not a family blog!)

Final thought: If I cannot deprive myself food other than soup for an extended period of time, what does that say about my sense of committment to other things I might want to commit to, such as a man or a child? Until tomorrow, take care of yourselves, and each other.

Bonus: If anyone can tell me where that final sentence is from WITHOUT looking it up (Honor System!), I will give you a soupy prize. Hint: the prize is soup. Fact: maybe I am drunk right now. Well, drunkish…

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1 Comment »

  1. Jerry Springer, yo!

    Comment by David — 11/06/2009 @ 12:20 PM | Reply


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