Powerboat weekend

Giggling like a little child I held on for my life to the powerboat that skipped over the waves at 60 knots. Next to me my newly found friend gave out sounds of excitement mixed with terror, the latter being more prominent I’d say. So all of a sudden I found myself on a powerboat partaking in a poker event, heading to Sandhamn, an island 70 nm or so away. “How did this happen?” I wondered as we passed boat upon boat. It all started with my co-worker telling me with his best authority voice that I was ridiculous for being at the fire-station at night when there was a party down in the harbor. He said that he would have given anything to be there and that I should get my sh*t together and go down and have a beer. “So, what, I’m just gonna go down there and drink beer with myself?” I proclaimed. “No” he said, “You’ll end up talking and hanging out with people” he responded and shook his head. “Very well”, I said, “I’ll go down there, and drink my beer, and then we’ll see who is right!” Said and done, I went down to the harbor where one live band after another was competing for my attention. I drank my beer, and enjoyed the atmosphere, and figured that I might just as well have another one. As I stood in line, one of the Swedish equivalents of the celebrities from Top Gear (Eric och Mackan, Gumball 3000 etc.) came in surrounded by fans wanting to take selfies with him. In front of me a guy wearing a suit was ordering champagne. I laughed. Oh man, that kind of crowd huh. He turned around, showed me a picture of Frank Andersson (Frank Andersson), and then said have a drink with us instead, when I indicated that all I was trying to do was to drink a beer. A couple of hours later it was decided that I’d go to Sandhamn the morning after in a powerboat and join the crew instead of one of the guys who decided to drop out. The guy in the boat who the day after let out terrified screams had said they needed someone that was a “boat-person” so that he could feel safer. Said and done. Two days later I was dropped off in the center of Stockholm, after a crazy weekend involving fast boats, great company, a lot of champagne, and enough shenanigans to provide for a good story some time to come. “Remember that time I ended up on a powerboat to Sandhamn with a bunch of famous poker-people…” Haha. Crazy.