Update: I ended up going to a different Super Bowl party than the one below. My friend ended up not feeling well and called me at the last minute to cancel. So, I called another friend and went to another party. I had a good time, and all was well. At the end of the day, I feel I was where I was supposed to be, so I have no complaints.

I will be going to my first real Super Bowl party in a few hours. Last week a friend sent me an email about the party and asked me if I wanted to go. With advance tickets only being $5 I said sure. So, after I finish this post I’ll begin getting ready to attend the 2nd Annual “Stewperbowl” hosted by 2 Live Stews, two brothers (biological, that is) by the last name of Stewart who host a sports talk radio show here in Atlanta.

I’ll do a post about how the party goes sometime after I get back.

This is my third time living in Atlanta, and I don’t remember it ever snowing. We’ve had flurries, but nothing sticking. Last night’s snow is still on the ground, despite it being very sunny outside. For the last few weeks, Atlanta has not lived up to it’s nickname, Hotlanta!

It’s COLD in Atlanta. Just.Friggin’.Cold. Right now, at 11:15 in the morning, it’s 22 degrees outside. Today’s high is supposed to reach 37 degrees. I was supposed to have dinner with one of my BFF’s today, but she won’t have any moolah until after 6 PM. Sunset is at 5:46 PM today, and the temp is supposed to drop to 19 degrees. NINETEEN DEGREES! Unbleepingbelievable! Uhmmmm, my public transpo dependent behind is staying in the house.

She and I are going to have to try for tomorrow (43/24) or next Monday (48/29). As much as I want to sit down and catch up with my sisterfriend, it’s just too cold. She might have her kids in tow, so I definitely don’t want those babies out in 19 degree weather waiting for MARTA.