Bonobos

Just got back from “closing parties” weekend in Ibiza, one of the most beautiful and hedonistic resorts on the planet. I had booked my trip earlier in the summer to make sure I didn’t miss the madness, and I was ready when my 10 pm flight rolled around on Thursday night. I was ready because I was traveling with three people who knew how to have a good time, because I had a hotel room booked in case I wanted sleep, and because I was traveling in a new pair of leopard print Bonobos pants. These pants are only available in person, from one of the founders, from what I understand.

The weekend was amazing.

I slept three hours in three days and we absolutely destroyed the party scene (Pacha, Amnesia, KM5, Space). I think I did more concentrated dancing this weekend then ever. The scene was shockingly good. The Bonobos were a huge hit. There was spirited debate about whether they were cheetah print or leopard print, and the pants made it easy to meet a ton of fun, friendly people, which is one of my favorite features of international travel. One girl that happened to be on the same Thursday night flight from London saw me on Saturday at Space wearing the Bonobos, and she just assumed that I had been partying nonstop since I got off the plane! I was an instant celebrity. She and her friends danced with us all weekend and we have already met up once in London. Another girl now calls me cheetah or “big C” because she remembers the pants so well.

Bonobos has also been an inspiration for me to pursue some of my own personal interests. One of which is encouraging people to resist social constraints and do the things they want to do in life. I now help people with this by giving them (literally and figuratively) licenses to do whatever they want, and I gave away my first sexual freedom license this weekend (license to tell your next partner about your sexual fantasies). Sadly, I can’t tell you if she’s used it yet, but maybe one day I’ll know.

I also love my Bonobos because of the story behind them – one of my friends from San Francisco, Brian Spaly, who actually knows nothing about fashion or apparel, just went out and started making pants for himself and his friends. Brian and I have traveled the world together hitting up some of the best clubs and nightlife around – I’m not surprised that he made me the best pair of party pants I’ve ever worn! Brian’s courage to pursue a business outside of his education gives all of us loosely educated, corporate-trained, athletic men something to be excited about in our social lives. I can’t help but tell the story everywhere I go.