6-Jan-2006
Okay. It's official. I want to be proposed to at Souplantation. I came to this conclusion last night, when I was dining at said restaurant with the Designated Driver and the Honeybee. Unlimited Caesar salad, 31 flavors of soup, and for God's sake, all the pizza breadsticks, blueberry muffins, and cornbread you can eat!!! To top it all off, I know I'd be the hottest girl in the place. Most everyone else wears flower-print sweater sets and looks like they once taught elementary school. So if you think you'd like to spend the rest of your life with me (silly, silly you), offer to "refill my shrimp bisque" (God, what is it with me and the inuendo lately?) at Souplantation, and I'm bound to say yes. Plus, you get a ten percent discount if you're a Triple A member. Which I am, in case you find that sort of roadside preparedness attractive.
ok, I can't quite remember which scenario is true but either a) I wanted to break up with someone at souplantation but my courage failed me or b) I was going to breakup with someone at souplantation, but then decided to nix the date and just call them to break up instead. Either way, if there are other women like me, it's probably a good place to meet men on the rebound, in case the proposal doesn't work out how you wanted it to.