Why a Paint Night is the Best Date Night


Last Saturday night my husband and I met Carol and her husband at the Paint Cabin located on Gerrard St. where little India meets Chinatown, at a little known cross-street, Degrassi. Before I go on: full-disclosure. I don’t identify as artistic. I don’t do crafts. Therefore, when I set up this double-date I had mentally mapped out the evening as follows: paint for an hour or so, head to dinner for copious drinks and merriment. Home by 11 p.m. and asleep by 11:05 p.m.  Spoiler alert: as the saying goes, best-laid plans of mice and men oft go astray. And go astray they did.