The Giant 47 Pound Rooster

Superbowl Sunday. A day that marks the end of an era. An era that this year, I couldn't have given a flip about seeing as my Titan boys forgot how to play the game.

So it was party time, once again. Julie (the enigma that I call my co-blogger) and I ended up hitting Susan Hartman's shindig with John and Christy. I will say that I have never seen a cooler place here in town. A three-story condominium in the heart of Nashville overlooking Love Circle with the perfect touch of modern decor. Absolutely beautiful. And yes, I'm jealous. Or perhaps envious would be a better word.

In a matter of minutes, the four of us went from knowing each other to partying with an entire house full of new faces. Conversations ranged from the amazing view of the Nashville sunset off Susan's posh balcony to the poor little pooch with breast cancer (I had no idea that dogs get that) to Julie's funky looking, yet tasty brownies. Oh...and football. Lots of that going on, too.

So beer is my #1 choice at a Superbowl Party...it only makes sense. However, in this particular instance, there was surplus of Giant 47 Pound Rooster Chardonnay. And since Greg was so adamant about getting rid of the stash, we decided to help him out. I've never heard of the 47 Pounder, but after the six or seven glasses that I had, I'll have to say that the Central Coast Chard ain't too shabby.

The game? We already know what happened so no need to get into all the details. However, I will say it was a pretty good one overall and the Eagles should be proud of their efforts. Go Patriots. Next year give someone else a chance.

All in all, the evening was a success. Muchas gracias to Susan and all the people who actually brought a dish to pass. And for those of you looking for something to do around Music Row, you can find the hostess with the most-est playing her music and strutting her stuff at Two Doors Down. Website for the band TBD.