Lou and I were a little nervous to meet Kirby. I was nervous because he is one of those sorts of gentlemen that rarely exist anymore: studied Greek and Latin, multiple degrees in English Lit, speaks multiple languages with ease, slightly Southern accent and the manners to match. We sat in his book- and art work-lined sitting room, sipping gin & tonics and looking out the windows at the view of the canal.
It was fantastic, as we spoke only a little about conservation and easily moved to all sorts of other conversation topics. Kirby also makes a mean gin & tonic. We probably would have stayed there all evening, excepting that Kirby had a previous dinner engagement, drinking gin & tonics and eating little savory crackers.
(Generic gin & tonic, courtesy of the interwebs. Not the one made by Kirby.)
The second gin & tonic seemed heavier on the gin than the first. Soon we were talking politics and John Adams and historic homes in Chicago and Tiffany windows and old-fashioned panorama cameras. So, by the time we were leaving, we were all waxing poetic on the beauties of Vienna and Lyon and bemoaning the fact that nobody in America reads anything anymore. It's a shame we couldn't have met up with Kirby earlier in the summer. Lou and I both decided that we'd like to adopt him as a great-uncle.
So basically, when we got home I ate dinner and then sat and watched Russell Peters (shout-out Liang! "Be a man!") clips on YouTube. It was really frivolous, but... we only have six (six!!!) Gilbert & George panels left to do, so I felt a little time-wasting was totally acceptable. Off to read about Bosch - that's how I roll.