Not that this has anything to do with music, but it does have to do with party people. My party people.


Armenian-Americans vs. Glendale's Grill Phobes

Now, I'm no authority on Armenianess. In fact, there are those who have not-so-kindly informed me that I'm not really Armenian. I just happen to have an -ian on the end of my name, be the child of two people with -ian born and the great-grandaughter of people whose families were killed because they also had -ians on the end of their last names. If I'm "not really Armenian" then will someone kindly explain why I have to go through life with last name even I can't pronounce. (And why do I spend so much on waxing?)

Anyhow, even as an Armo of the whitewashed variety, I appreciated this article because you can't have an Armenian wedding without kebab. Even in a family like mine, where marrying another Armenian is rare, all weddings have kebab. Do you even understand what would happen if you served a hotel chicken dinner at a wedding? It's like casting a big cloud of shame over the whole family. That charred flesh, that murdered lamb that is savoured at every major family function, is tradition. AND, it is always cooked outside. No question about it. You get your meat and veg, further torture them by sticking skewers through the flesh and let it grill.

So, even thought I have major issues with Glendale (see paragraph 2), I'm pro-grill. Just a little two cents worth for y'all.