What do you get when you put a microphone in front of two Original Soupman Soup Club Members and best-friend-bloggers, Natalie and Dylan?
A declaration of their passion for the Original Soupman’s Soups?
A recipe for a warm, happy belly hugging your heart?
Or something else…
Int. Natalie’s Apartment – Afternoon
DYLAN: The mail came today.
NATALIE: It comes to my house every day. Is it different at yours?
DYLAN: Hardee har har. You’re so cool, Brewster!
NATALIE: Tell me about this special and magical thing called the “mail?”
DYLAN: Michelle. I went to high school with her. I’ve mentioned her before.
NATALIE: Not sure you have, but that’s not important.
DYLAN: Anyway… She’s getting married.
DYLAN: Not to me.
NATALIE: Kinda figured.
DYLAN: I got a wedding invitation.
NATALIE: You hate weddings.
DYLAN: I know, right? But she doesn’t know that. Or, if she does know it, she has a love of cruel, cruel jokes.
NATALIE: Are you going to go?
DYLAN: I’m not sure. Like we said, I hate them. But she was a good friend back in the day. And yes, I am aware that “back in the day” is a phrase used by those who are old.
NATALIE: Older, maybe. I use it from time to time.
DYLAN: You’re throwing off my stream of conscious.
NATALIE: Sorry. Continue.
DYLAN: We had a small clique. She, me, and two other dudes. Hung out almost every day.
NATALIE: So? What’s the issue? Go.
DYLAN: It’s not that simple. We weren’t on the same page as far as how we thought of each other. She liked me. But, I had a girlfriend. Then, I’m single.
NATALIE: And you dated.
DYLAN: Actually, no. She had found a boyfriend
NATALIE: This sounds complicated.
DYLAN: Probably not as complicated as I’m making it out to be.
NATALIE: Sorry to ask, but what’s the issue now?
DYLAN: What if things aren’t done between she and I and things get messy at the wedding?
NATALIE: I promise. She’s over it.
DYLAN: She is?
NATALIE: Just because you’ve been watching too many Nicholas Sparks movies, doesn’t mean that’s how she’s thinking. She’s getting married. I would hope that she wasn’t getting into this monumental institution while having feelings for some guy that she played PlayStation with in grade school.
DYLAN: You’re right. I’m being stupid.
NATALIE: No worries.
DYLAN: Thank you.
NATALIE: Any time.
DYLAN: Luckily, we’ve kept this conversation top secret by playing this on the internet. What could go wrong?
NATALIE: Haha! Who are you taking? I’m assuming you get a plus one?
DYLAN: There’s no great way to ask. Do you wanna be my date?
NATALIE: I would love to be your date.
DYLAN: Just as long as there’s no funny business. Not unless you buy me dinner first.
NATALIE: Cross my heart and hope to die.
DYLAN: You can help me put that little plastic doodad through the hole whenever my shoe comes untied.
NATALIE: It’s called an aglet. The little plastic thingy.
DYLAN: I think I might have to take away Google for the rest of the month.
NATALIE: I want to implore people to keep buying soup.
DYLAN: Isn’t that the whole reason we exist? Ohhh, I wonder if they will serve soup at the wedding?!
NATALIE: For the Soup for Troops campaign, weirdo.
DYLAN: Ah, yes! For every pack sold on the Soupman webstore, they’ll be supplying a pack to our men and women in the Armed Forces here at home. So, get out there. Buy soup. Tell your friends. What have you got to lose?
NATALIE: Great cause! I’ve got to say.
DYLAN: Yes, siree.
NATALIE: I’m Natalie.
DYLAN: And I’m Dylan.