It is Armenian new year. We woke up to snow. If that is not a good indication that 2004 will be brisk, clean and fun... I don't know what is.

Last night Arthur and my friend Teni splurged and got massages. I do not like to be massaged and so I opted to stay away from the Massage Party. Instead I splurged and ate ice cream, junk food and was glued to the tube.

I do not know if I have mentioned this but a Bulgarian Armenian has started a restaurant called City Bar and Grill. This is really a great place to eat. The food is great, the service is great and the people are nice. I do not know why it is not as busy as it should be so I thought that I would give their website a plug, www.city-restaurant.am , I also invite Harout there for dinner with us one night this week... because in a way, he has become our logging food critic :o) and we miss him.

Recently the Armenian Music Awards, Arthur's new movie, A game show we were in, and Arthur's two new music videos aired on TV. He is painfully modest. I would be star spangled at this point, taping myself and watching myself over and over... but Arthur, he takes it all in stride. I guess he is used to it. I myself am lobbying to make it into his new album. So far, no hope. Sometimes I get confused and think I am living an episode of I Love Lucy. My musician foreign husband with the accent, cultural differences, me... always wanting to cut into the entertainment industry... and of course my curls... they just need to be red and we are set.