“I’m going to a Paint Nite”, my friend said.
I had heard about Paint Nite from the youngins at work; something about drinking creatively or painting drunkenly, I wasn’t sure, but both concepts sounded intriguing; and, hey, I wanted in. But I didn’t really want to go with the youngins on the night that they had planned, and actually the night that they had already scheduled to go they didn’t ask me, because they know that I like to go home at the end of the day.
Night night, see ya later.
But the goldies; my term for the not the youngins in my life; think of the phrase the golden oldies, hence, the goldies. Anyway, going to a Paint Nite with my goldies was more appealing to me.
But what to paint? And when? And where? There were six of us and we had to decide not only on what to paint; it should be something that we wanted to frame or at least hang prominently on a wall, preferably not a basement wall.
And then we had to find a night that we were all available. And then, we had to find a place that we all wanted to go to, some place nearby. This was not as easy as it sounds.
Actually, reading this back, it doesn’t sound easy at all!
The problem, I know you are supposed to say the challenge instead of the problem, so the challenge was that each Paint Nite had a different teacher teaching a different painting at a different restaurant on a different night.
After much back and forth-ing (yes, I make up words, when you know how to speak Babble, you can do that) we had a painting, a restaurant, and a date that all six of us agreed upon!
This is my painting.
This is what it’s supposed to look like.
I blame my artistic talents, not the teacher.
I will go again, for sure.
BTW, youngin speak for By The Way, BTW, my painting, if I do decide to hang it, it will be unframed and not only in the basement, but in the corner and in the dark!
Wait, what am I saying, I will hang it proudly in my office; like the commercial says, I will own it!
BTW, Paint Nite has the right idea, not only does the wine (alcohol) make your inhibitions disappear, but you suddenly think you’re talented!
September 9, 2020 Follow Up: My Paint Nite painting is under the bed.