Based on a true story told by Ise Gropius herself in 1980.

It was a long day towards the end of the summer at the Graduate School of Design. 1940 was a tough year. The horrific war was well underway and the news from Europe wasn’t so good. Though, none of this would upset Walter as much if it wasn’t for constant war talk by his fascist student Philip Johnson, he would care less and continue his day as if nothing happened and look forward to cocktail hour with his neighbor, Marcel Breuer who just built a house of his own a stone throw away.

Driving home on the beautiful country road near Cambridge, listening the radio instead of getting upset to dandy-man PJ. It was just the right sunset just the right music, his alter ego Glen Miller on the radio, Tuxedo Junction, and the winding road. Martini hour with Lajkó, aka Marcel was ahead.

Walter pulled into the driveway, stopped the engine, got out of the car, entered the house and said something like “scheisse” to Ise, and proceeded to the kitchen grabbing a martini glass running up to second floor deck, raising the glass to the west where Lajkó was waiting for his martini signal.

He was in the Gropius house in less than a minute just his friend was shaking the cocktail and just before Ise walked into the kitchen. She took one look at them and said “If Mies was here, you’d be drunk by now” but the dynamic duo was climbing up the stair to talk 'chair' on the deck already.