Fear not, loyal readers – despite last week’s ridiculous debacle, Foxy and I have not been nabbed by the Canine Gestapo. It probably helped that I was out of town for the second half of last week, far from the arm of Colorado law in a mystical land called Wisconsin.

Actually, I was only in Wisconsin for one night. The bulk of my trip was spent in Minneapolis, a city I pop in and out of for work – but rather than holing up in a hotel room to order room service and catch up on “The Mindy Project” (not that I would have complained), I opted to spend Friday evening doing as the locals do. In this case, I was swept away to a truly bizarre place: Trollhaugen.

They call Trollhaugen a “ski resort,” but it’s really just a hill in Dresser, Wisconsin. Maybe they piled up some dirt with bulldozers? Who knows. What’s important is that the slopes are open until 3am, which, judging by the festivities I witnessed in the lodge, I can only assume leads to many a drunken concussion. But if there’s anything I’m learning about the folks up north (or as the ‘Sconcies* say, nort’), it’s that they are hearty stock.

Drinks were $3.50 (read: three dollars and fifty cents). I ordered the cheese curds, because when in Wisconsin – although upon delivery, I found them to be nothing more than string cheese nuggets that were battered and fried. Again – NOT COMPLAINING. Just giving you an accurate vision. College-aged kids swept in and out of the lodge all night, en route to another kamikaze run down the snowy hill. I kept my parka on the entire time.

And so the evening passed.

The only people I knew were the band that was playing, so during their set, I did something that I’m finding I quite like: I talked to strangers. For being an introvert, I really love people – and given the three significant moves to different cities in my adult life, as well as my propensity to go places by myself, I’m getting pretty good at talking to the ones I don’t know. The trick is to swallow your pride and get nice and comfortable with the awkward, because of course it will be awkward – at least for the first sentence or two, if not the entire interaction. Oh well, get over it. There are worse things in life than awkwardness (see: tapeworms, the DMV, velour sweatsuits, hangnails, loud talkers on airplanes, paper cuts, grenades, running out of hot water when you still have conditioner in your hair, litter, wet socks, people saying “irregardless,” slow internet, the way your hands feel after peeling an orange, cold sores, SeaWorld, stepping on a thumbtack, dental work, passive aggression, Styrofoam, perhaps the way this blog is ending?).


*I have zero idea if people from Wisconsin are known as ‘Sconcies, but if it’s not already a thing, please. Let’s make it a thing.



  1. megan on December 16, 2013 at 12:02 PM

    “worse things” list is the best!

  2. Andrea on December 16, 2013 at 12:57 PM

    Sea World! Yes! Worst park ever.

  3. Marijke on December 16, 2013 at 12:59 PM

    This is my favorite blog post in a long time. Trollhaugen! **been there.. I’m from MN after all.
    Also, irregardless. Because what? It’s already regardless. So many unnecessary letters and overlooked negations.

  4. Erin on December 16, 2013 at 1:05 PM

    I’m from Wisconsin and have never heard of this place! And I think the correct word is “sconnie,” you can find t-shirts with that plastered on the front. How do you like Minneapolis? Are you eating at great restaurants? I can recommend plenty if needed.

  5. Lan | morestomach on December 16, 2013 at 1:18 PM

    for an introvert you make an excellent extrovert. i’m incapable of making small talk. prior to an event where i’ll be alone & won’t know anyone, i jot down quick questions i can ask to keep a conversation going: read any great books lately? how about movies? the issue is i get sweaty palms sometimes & by the end of the event, or when i can’t take it anymore & i make an exit, my hand is a mess.

  6. Erin on December 16, 2013 at 1:19 PM

    I just had to come back and say this is a great vignette of small town Wisconsin. Cheese curds at bars.

  7. Charlie on December 16, 2013 at 1:53 PM

    Irregardless of your ending, this is a great post!

  8. Brit on December 16, 2013 at 3:57 PM

    Wet socks. *shudders*

  9. [not the] Best Blog Ever on December 18, 2013 at 11:39 AM

    What Erin said. “Sconnies.” (“Drunken Sconnies” if you’re from Minnesota and a bitter Vikings fan. Not that I would know anything about that…)

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