In 2003, I threw my 27th birthday party at Dave & Buster’s.
Other things that were going on at that time: I was just getting reaquainted with my friend Ingrid, after a lengthy (and regrettable) hiatus. I had just flunked the Estates portion of the law clerk designation course I was taking and we were still driving that bloody Neon.
Theresa came to the party with a gift that kind of stabbed me in the heart – A set of acrylic paints, paintbrushes and some canvas. I was touched. I thought it both beautiful and tragic. Beautiful because some of my best high school memories are from the art classes I spent with her. Tragic because I hadn’t painted since high school and even then, I kind of sucked at it. I had been making mosaics for a couple years but I wasn’t very confident I could be succesful at painting.
Yet, when someone buys you such a heartfelt gift, I think you kind of owe it to them and yourself to see what you can make out of it. I finally enrolled in an Acrylics class in the early part of this year. I think that gift is starting to pay off.