How Not to do Soho House

So I arrive in the sunshine city of Barcelona armed with my two day Soho House pass, feeling like I’ve made it personally and professionally. 

Isn’t it funny how we put so much significance on these sort of things, anyway never the less to be a member of Soho House was on my manifestation list since 2020 and I was finally living it. 

So I pack my gym kit, put on a hat that always makes me feel fab and hop on the metro into the city centre. 

Standing outside Soho House Barcelona I gaze up at the 9 floor 19th century monolith in front of me and felt a rise in my dopamine levels, I’m home!

The porter opens the taller than tall brass and glass doors and I enter the Soho space which is...as you can imagine beautifully curated with just the right amount of shiny and subtle.

I’m greeted by two smiling faces eager to check me in, my heart rate increases, palms a little sweaty, will they turn me away? Will they find out I’m a fraud? 

So at this point I channel my inner Anna Delvey and I tell them about my two day pass authorised from the wonderful people at my local house in Somerset.

Puzzled faces glance back at me and for a moment I think its not gonna happen until, bingo, I’m on the system and those smiles come back, She’s in! 

I hop in the elevator hit floor 5 and I walk out into the most inspiring and beautifully designed gym I've ever seen. This place actually makes you want to work out!

So I hit the changing rooms, which as you can imagine are a kin to a Dazed and Confused fashion shoot set, brick vaulted ceilings, low lighting, dark wood panels and signature Soho furnishings.

I try to take one of those mirror selfies while no ones around but alas some one walks in and I sheepishly drop my phone and rush to get my gym kit on. 

Finally in the gym I get on with my workout while gazing out over Port Vell Marina like Miss Swanky Swank and earwigging the Spanglish conversations happening around me which make me feel sooooo international! 

Suitably sweaty I head back to the changing rooms, excited to hop in the steam room and when in Europe you go naked right? 

So I fling my kit of, wrap a fluffy white towel around me and walk through the glass doors into the hot mist.

My towel falls open and beads of sweat start to form on my bare body, it feels so good! 

Suddenly a door opens on the other side of the steam room, and I here a low eh hemm, Oh shit...It suddenly dwans on me it's mixed gender sauna, a door for women and a door for MEN!

At this point I have two choices, one to wrap myself up and wriggle outa there as fast as i can or two stay and pray that the steam gets thicker.

I chose option two and convinced myself this is what people do on the continent and continued to sweat it out naked until more people with WITH swimware poured in. 

Laughing lovingly at myself and my faux pa I get changed into my specially selected Soho House attire and head to the Club House.

It's what they call the Divinely decorated bar area and where the coolest of cool BCN residents reside with digital nomads dotted around in a sea of laptops and lattes.

I order my very healthy super food grain bowl and decaf oat flat white and flap open my lap top...

Now here's where it get's interesting...so today I have loads of Zoom calls and because BCN House has thought of everything for the luxury loving laptop owner, I find myself the perfect private phone booth in which to take my very important call. 

I swipe back the midnight blue crushed velvet curtain and get cosy on the plush leather seat and look up to see a perfectly placed light box.

I'm thinking OMG this is great, I get to have a quite Zoom call and with great lighting, they really have thought about everything here! 

Then this big white panel in front of me starts to flash, and flash again and again until I realise, it is indeed a camera and I have indeed sat in a photo booth.

An LCD screen appears with a message saying…

'Do you want to print your picture?’

Hell yes, I need photo evidence of this faff! 

So where am I going with all this...

Well once there was a time when I would have literally been so embarrassed to be seen not getting it right, messing in up in cool places and perhaps looking like I don't really belong.

Now I honestly couldn't give a F about what people think of me and in-fact I encourage myself to get weird, do things that are of beat and step out as my authentic unapologetic self.

I've never been one to fit neatly into any of societies little boxes and I don't expect you have either so why this story, why now? 

Well this is your friendly reminder that life's way too short to dance to the beat of someone else's drum and it's your job, {{first_name}} to be radically you no matter what. 

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