The Social House
The night nobody wants to end.
Sleepovers and parties. One private villa, forty people, all night.
The Social House
Sleepovers and parties. One private villa, forty people, all night.
Sleepovers, parties, villa nights. Every room where the whole house comes together.
Mocktails, hot food, and a clear head in the morning.
Not a venue. A house, for forty people, until morning.
You are met at the gate, introduced, and never left standing alone.
We don't throw parties. Every hour of the night is built.
All night
One ticket
Private rooms are limited and go first.
One room. Every one of them walked in a stranger.
+The house rules
No alcohol. No smoking. No drugs.
Phones down. Presence up.
Every race, religion, background, age and language.
They land on someone. Nobody is here to be pursued, pressured or sold to.
No screenshots, no stories out of the room.
If someone is on their own, you go.
Bring something, and leave it better than you found it.
The twelve lines every guest agrees to.
Book your seat
Every one of these was a room of strangers.
None. No smoking either. People are surprised by how much better the conversation is, and how much better they feel in the morning.
No. Around 70% of every room is new.
A snack to share from where you're from, and clothes you can sit on the floor in.
Especially for you. Extroverts leave with forty names, introverts leave with one real friend. Guess who comes back.
Yes. The door closes at 9 for coming in, never for going out. Leave whenever you want. Most people don't.
Next night · · one villa · forty people
