The last painting classes I did went well enough that I happily agreed to attend another when Katia invited me even though this one did not involve any alcohol. Instead, this one was paired with coffee, not wine.
I would say that having caffeine instead of resveratrol-rich “Jesus juice” must have been perfectly fine, though, considering that our paintings actually came out quite well. Perhaps not worthy of Rembrandt, but good enough to hang in a prominent place on the wall.
In fact, my version of our matching artwork now resides where a broken carbon-fiber Spinergy wheel once hung. At least it is clear that this painting—as opposed to the Stealth-fighteresque piece of bicycle equipment—is supposed to be art, yes?
Don’t ask me when my next painting class will be though, and if that one will involve, say, milk.