Well, this past week has been another one from the chronicles of “whose life is this anyhow?”
I spent last week on another work trip, this time to Athens for a massive international shipping exhibition. This is the trip I’ve been fretting for some time, knowing that the timing could be quite tragic given my recent geriatric condition. As the trip drew nearer, I watched the forecast obsessively, and increased my selection of sleeveless tops accordingly. I packed with the knowledge that 2-3 wardrobe changes per day might be necessary as I sweat my way from one event to the next.
I am proud to say that I did not embarrass myself as badly as expected. I was so afraid that I would become increasingly repulsive and need to be discreetly removed from our work functions. But God-bless the invention of AC. Things unravel quickly when something goes wrong with the AC, but thankfully that happened only a few times.
I arrived in Athens last Sunday and went directly to the exhibition hall to oversee the completion of our booth build. It was our first non-AC moment and introduction that smoking indoors is still totally a thing in Greece. Gross.
The ladies of Posidonia
The week’s schedule consisted of 8 hour days at the exhibition, followed by an intense social calendar as well. No evening event began earlier that 9:30 which for this light-weight, was something to dread.
Spectacular entertainment all through dinner.
Just like I remember nightclubs, except for the over-looking the Aegean Sea part. Despite the seemingly serene nature of this video it was super crowded, too hot, smoky and impossible to have a conversation. We knew within 30 minutes of being there that we wanted out. But then my boss texted to say we needed to come to the VIP area…
Even the VIP area was hot and crowded. This party had VIP like you’ve never seen before. Within the VIP section there was a roped off area for the billionaires. Young partying shipping heirs like, Paris Latsis, who was engaged to Paris Hilton. Insanity
Lucky for us, above the billionaire section was a secret VIP space that no one knew about. Finding this space was what made it possible to stay. It went from night-club purgatory to bliss, pretty darn quick. And we had the whole space to ourselves for hours.
Thank goodness for this space. It made being out until 3:30 am actually quite enjoyable.
In between moments of lovely, atmosphere enhancing music, were huge stage shows including the Eurovision star, “the Beyonce of Greece” we were told, Helena Paparizou. It was really loud.
I’m really old. And too hot.
The cats of Greece, hanging out with us at supper. Clever kitty.
Our final full day in Athens was super rough. I had to tour 5 star hotels and restaurants to select the location and itinerary of a conference we are hosting back here in October. I’m not sure how I survived the day. It was fairly awful.
A little bit of ambiance along the way.
It’s okay to hate me a little after this post. I would, if I were you.