My Night as a Long-Necked Blonde

We drove to the secluded road of modern houses on the ocean. When we arrived there was a tall dark haired man playing the grand piano in the corner in the living room. The whole scene looked like a 1950's movie set. Formally dressed adults were sitting drinking and talking while holding their mini blue and white china plates full of cheese and cheesecake. The dining room table was overflowing with gourmet everything. Scattered about the house were three bored and bow-tied bartenders at mini bars. I scanned the bookshelves throughout the house and saw only "get ahead" books. No literature or art or poetry. I was disappointed. I wanted to go home. There was a staff of women who were the kitchen help. They were fun so I poked my head in and chatted with them about bread and pressure cookers and we laughed.
Many of the guests were professional musicians from Russia. a few of the men stared at me in what felt like a lecherous way. I felt very conspicuous. My husband noticed it too. You would have thought I was a long-necked blonde. "Maybe they could tell that I am Russian!" I said to my husband on the way home. "You're a Russian Princess!" he said.