Friday, August 04, 2006

Please help Mr. Trillwing

Mr. Trillwing, our resident agoraphobe, has decided he's outgrowing his need to hole up in his office. This daddy needs some time with adults, and his daily two-minute chats with our apartment complex's maintenance guys aren't scratching that itch sufficiently.

He wants to find some activity or location where he can drop in and chat with people. He doesn't want to schedule any regular obligations (e.g. scheduled volunteer work, weekly classes). And we're not churchgoing types.

He doesn't want to have to drive too far. He wants to stay in town.

Now most of you, I imagine, know who I really am. I blog pseudonymously, not anonymously. I like to keep my name and location off the blog, but it's likely you know where I live. If you happen to be a local with an idea, leave a comment.

If you're not a local, imagine you're a newcomer to a very nice town of 60,000 that has a high quotient of Ph.D.s and aging hippies. You're looking for a venue that meets Mr. Trillwing's specifications. Where would you begin?*

So. . . Any ideas?

*I would send him to the dog park, but The Liability is, well, a liability in such situations. The potential for injury is too high.

5 comments:

yogamom said...

haha! my opportunity to speak my piece (?peace). Next Saturday there is a community yoga intro class at the Bo tree (see the website)---FREE!!! Taught by the newly trained teachers! Then if he likes they have a drop in type schedule. I am even considering this day & would be willing to accompany if needs a hand to hold.

Anonymous said...

Mr. Trillwing needs to get a life? And he just finally figured this out?

Leaving my contempt for the man aside for the moment (What the hell kind of name is "Trillwing?" And couldn't you have kept your Maiden Name?), I suppose Intro to Yoga 101 would be preferable to doing something with the PhD in Jack Daniels he already holds.

What do you suppose would be the apppropriate venue to go about contacting Yogamom? Your man strikes me as the kind of thuggish brute who, left to his own devices, would definitely approach this sort of the situation the wrong way.

Consider this a "Dear Trillwing" query. Your insight, as always, is appreciated.

Call me "Mr. T." I pity the fool...

Queen of West Procrastination said...

I don't have any advice, but I'm more interested in hearing what Mr. Trillwing figures out, because that could help Mr. WestProcrastination as well. You know, seeing as he lives in a mediumish-sized city that has "a high quotient of PhDs and aging hippies."

ClizBiz said...

I know this man and he needs to find the local debate club and become a superstar.

It's either that or yoga and I'd pay some serious money to see that in action ...

Just thinking about it makes me convulse in laughter.

Anonymous said...

I host a Mr. Mom support group that meets at a dark, sleazy bar that serves only soda and plays Tom Waits. He can join me there or...

Maybe, he should go to the mall and join the mall walkers. I'm sure Mavis and Maude would welcome him with open arms.

Lastly, I heard the local Starbucks holds a periodic meeting for those that love Jesus.

Hope this helps...