Wow. Sounds pretty trendy, sort of like a big team sponsored disco on water but with sports drinks instead of cocaine.
But it's funny what a subjective lens the human eye is. Maybe because it's morning now, stead a nighttime, but all this correspondent can report is the usual aimless hordes of river types: Pallid, red-eyed, green-tongued, love handled, scratching their drytop rash and stumbling around like zombie lizards waiting for the sun to bring life and purpose to them. Boaters out of their boats are like beetles turned onto their backs.
I reckon all them gratuitously mentioned hot looking people must still be crashed out in the Salida Ritz-Carlton, tangled amidst empty Viagra vials and spilled smart drinks, sleeping off their anabolic steroid/Rohypnol hangovers while dreams of unnattainable hard bodied perfect 'tens' with single digit IQs trouble their sleep. You can almost hear the flies buzzing now, can't you?
Ick. Glad I'm just here to boat.