My yearly foray into Russian culture minus the long flight

This weekend we attended the annual Emigre Gala Ball. Had a great time! It was our first party since before R2B2 was born. The vodka flowed, and the tables groaned under the weight of food. (This year we were not shy and immediately cracked the seal on the bottles. At a Russian party, those who wait, end up being the designated drivers.) I liked violinist Papaduke, but the main attraction that followed…well…only Prince can pull off a purple velvet jacket.

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