|Runners/Walkers and paintings...an interesting combination|
Last Friday, a group of people I run with and I decided to do something DIFFERENT with our Friday night. Call it a celebration that we'd completed our races and didn't have to be up at at the high school for a group run at 6:30am on Saturday morning. Richard suggested a "wine and canvas" event. The idea of the event is that they provide canvas, paints, brushes, and an artist instructor, and you paint a picture while drinking wine.
Now, I am not a very crafty person. I even told them that the idea of me painting anything was scarier than running a marathon when the suggestion first came up.
I feel a little cheated by the event. Although it was CALLED wine and canvas, wine was not included in the price. It should have been called paint and canvas. HA. There was a cash bar where you could order food and drinks. One of the other gals ordered 1/2 dozen chocolate chip cookies and wanted someone to share them with her. I'm nothing if not supportive of my friends' cookie habits, so I agreed to share.
So, now, we come to the important part of the story. As we were innocently enjoying our cookies, we made the mistake of setting the tray on the empty chair next to me. Despite warning the lady next to them not to steal any....the guy next to her asked for them and SHE HANDED HIM THE BASKET TO TAKE ONE.
Seriously? Seriously?????? I just stared at her in utter shock. I then said in my scolding-Avery voice. "That was really wrong. I cannot believe you did that so blatantly."
She acted like it was no big deal and said that they would replace it when THEIR order of cookies arrived. Hours passed. Still no cookie refund. I was grumbling about it nonstop to Laurie. What kind of a person steals someone's cookie?
|No one steals my cookie!|
I blinked at her. In my head I screamed "IF I WANT????" I not-so-politely said, "well, of course I want, you took one of my cookies."
Her reply? "I don't think it matters."
|It's a cookie....how can it NOT matter????|
I politely informed her that it did matter, that I had paid for X number of cookies, and I wanted to eat X number of cookies. I snatched the cookie that was rightfully mine and went over to talk to all of my friends about her craziness like a completely mature
Despite the cookie thief, it was fun seeing my friends in normal people clothes and as time passes from the trauma of a cookie theft, my painting has been growing on me. I definitely still don't like it that much up close, but from across the room, it looks pretty darn cool.
|I should be a painter! Or not.|
Have you ever painted anything or done an event like this?
Would you have just let the cookie theft slide? What would you have done?