Without sounding like I’m bragging, I recently became a member of Soho House. With some luck it was just before heading over to New York. Considering the broken leg situation it at least gives me a pretty decent place to hang out and, well, work.
The rules are pretty relax but by 7pm it’s certainly more fun to be working on how to create easily editable client templates with a fresh mint tea/glass of wine/mezcal margarita in hand.
I’ve now checked in a number of times (nearly every day over the last two weeks) but I’m constantly a day away from being “Mayor” on Foursquare. In any case, the people on the door no longer ask my name. Maybe the crutches are a bit of give away.
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