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1) The opportunity to turn to band-mates during the closing clap-a-long dance number and exclaim, "We're on a Swedish TV show!"

2) The wonderful experience of flirting with the show's gorgeous host after she describes 'Butterfly' on the air to be "a steamy fuck me song."

3) The show takes place at Grona Lund, a 125-year-old theme park with breathless views of Stockholm, especially from the top of coasters and free fall machines designed to scare the shit out of you.

Apparently Walt Disney himself visited a sister-park in Scandinavia and took home the idea to create Disneyland. Grona Lund, which probably stands for Groovy Land, is beautifully restored with lush gardens on a choice location by the sea, while being in the heart of the archipelago city. There are some rides and themes that would certainly not be in operation in our over protective and politically correct United States. Some features in the Grona Lund Clown House (Fun House) likely mar or maim the Swedes a few times a week. Maybe it keeps the peace or has something to do with their keen population control.

One of my first jobs was working at a theme park. I auditioned to be in any of the musical variety shows at King's Dominion in Doswell, Virginia. The audition went so well I was hired to sell photos on the exits of roller coasters. This was a new technology back then, cutting edge stuff. All the photos were printed on receipt paper with every passing train. It was automatic, frantic, wasteful, and fun. It was my job to not let pictures of boobies and middle fingers hit the display rack, which was the clipboard I would hold up revealing tiny black and white images of white-knuckled screamers. I'm always amazed at what people do when they know there's a camera. Some kids even managed to turn all the way around and moon me. By summer's end I had an awesome collection of coaster enthusiasts' mug shots and soft porn.

I grew up in that theme park. My parents took me to see the Beach Boys, Kenny Loggins, The Jets, The Commodores, the 4 Tops & the Temptations, and more I'm sure. I broke coaster fears, set coaster records, and practiced shouting cuss words for the first time in public places thanks to many summer jaunts to the park.

My favorite memory is when I went with seventh grader, Katy Fiore to the park. We were "going together." I don't know how she ended up as the object of my affection, but I gave her a gold chain that I found in a rest area men's room on a family road trip regardless.

Our day in the park was sure to be a memorable one as we were set to ride The Haunted River, a pitch black nightmarish boat cruise seemingly designed for anxious youth. This was THE ride to get your kissing on. I had yet to put my tongue in another person's mouth so I was eager to get in the long line and be demonstrative.

Sadly, while waiting in line, Katy pulled me aside and gave me my gold chain back. She broke up with me IN LINE to the Haunted River! I was crushed. Especially since we still rode the awful ride and listened to our friends' slobber all over each other. Trust me. Life can only get better from there.

Apparently, while I attended my sister's ballet recital the night before, Katy got to liking another fella in my absence at a school dance. That was the last time I would ever see my sister's silly ballet class in action. Somebody had to take the blame for my failure.

And to top it off, I'm still waiting to get my tongue in a girl's mouth.