If you expected us to be productive on Thursday, 20th February… bless your heart. Truly. We hope you’ve learned your lesson. Because for approximately three whole hours, the Workshop team put in some serious effort, then promptly abandoned all responsibilities in favour of dancing, drinking, and consuming a concerning amount of grilled meat. To anyone who set a deadline for the 20th: our condolences. Nothing got done. Not an email. Not a Trello update. The only things we successfully executed were about fifteen Zivania shots each and enough souvlaki to bring a tear to our grandfathers’ eyes.
First, a moment of appreciation for Eleftheria and Mr Sotiris, our Tsiknopempti MVPs. Without them, we’d probably still be staring at raw meat, waiting for divine intervention. We love you, we appreciate you, and we hope this blog post counts as an appropriate thank-you.
Now, onto the people who took the dress-up part of the day seriously, and those who, let’s just say, interpreted the assignment in their own way. Maria A. arrived as a loofah – yes, the shower thing – and, honestly, she won. No notes. Avraam fully committed to his Alan from The Hangover look, baby carrier and all, earning a solid nod of respect. Anthoulla went down an existential path, dressing as Μαύρα τζαι γεριμα; a choice that was both bold and mildly concerning. Maria Chr. decided that war can be a joke, showing up as a clown soldier, while Christiana, in a move that surprised absolutely no one, embraced her inner chaos and dressed as a devil. Stefani, Aphrodite, Andria, and Eleftheria opted for wigs: simple, effective, and a respectable way to say I’m participating, but let’s not get carried away – although, we have documentation of Eleftheria getting carried the f* away after about 17 Zivania shots. And then there was Ioanna, who attempted to dress up as the word “and.” We’re still not entirely sure what that was meant to convey, but we applaud the effort. Also, our Yianna and Stavros dressed up as nothing – except the coolest bosses in the world!! (no gun to my head as I type this, promise.)
A speaker, a microphone, and about 100 plastic shot cups were thoroughly abused that day. We’re not sorry to our Ellados neighbours – we’re the entertainment you crave every Tsiknopempti. We serenaded (or, more accurately, assaulted) the street with our singing, handed out Zivania shots to confused pedestrians and drivers (you’re welcome), and danced like people who didn’t have work the next day, because we didn’t. The Friday after Tsiknopempti should be declared a national holiday because who has the energy to WORK after that much meat and Zivania? Not us.
By the end of the day, we were full, slightly delirious, and deeply satisfied with our complete lack of professionalism. To everyone who joined in, laughed with us, and pretended to enjoy our singing, cheers. Same time next year?
