Because: The gym I frequented when I lived in the Palermo Soho neighborhood was a hoot. It was such a scene in this warehouse-like space, and I wrote about over on Tara and Karina Go Out. It also had a lot, a lot of attractive members. When my roommates and I first started going when we moved to Buenos Aires and knew no one save for a few souls, we would brainstorm aloud about how to meet people. Back then in 2010 we decided our gym needed to throw a party. Despite being a seemingly social place with crowd of people looping through machines which if weren’t already broken always seemed on the brink of collapse, and packed classes that turned into rave-like workouts, there really was no organic or non-creepy way (no, I do not need help stretching) for people to meet at the gym. As far as we know that Always Club party never happened, but something similar it seems did. I’m now in a new hood and no longer belong to that other gym, but I would not be averse to attending a shindig it sponsored.