By 3am, the kids had had enough, and after 4 years of attending every Panighiri, me too, but the parents were just revving up. There were still hours of dancing ahead, and with alcohol nipping insecurities and good sense in the bud, there was no stopping the Panighiri until the fat lady stopped singing, turned off the lights and cut off the beer supply. This years Platrithia Panighiri was a little strange, a little slow to get started and a little crowded to say the least, but as the last big Panighiri, even the dog-tired dragged themselves away from the tele to be part of the experience, too afraid to suffer disappointment should a great time be missed out on. The Platrithia Community and its volunteers did a great job servicing the hordes with food and alcohol and raising money for their community, but if this Panighiris' attendance keeps growing like this, they may have to move to Vathy to accommodate everyone.