The festivities of the of annual gathering to party wearing pink things start the evening before the actual canal parade. The city is bustling with young folks all in a hurry to go somewhere, to find anything pink to wear and to see where everyone else is hanging out.
Staying home I miss most of the actual event but I do see a few of the party boats coming by in the early morning, music pounding so loud it gives you an extra 120 heartbeats per minute.
I admire the energy of the folks on board. They got ready to go at 9am, dancing and cheering at 10 and planning to continue until sunset.
In the evening, some boats return with a crew looking a bit tired but others merely take a breath and party on. And on!