LA POPN 2NIGHT AFTER PARTY FOR THA ESPYS!! ITS LIVE IN THa JOINT…
I just love the name of this club. The word bare is so underrated in our vernacular. It's equal parts sexy and comical in describing pure, unabashed nudity. I love it so much that, in college, I used it to name my senior year marketing product: Bare Scents.
You see, being a senior in a group of sophomores affords you little voting leverage. My group was determined to come up with a product – for our 60% of grade trade show – that served as both a hair remover and deodorizer for men. For real. [Editors note: Now would be a good time to mention that I went to Villanova.]
Despite thinking it was the stupidest, most non-marketable product we could possibly come up with, my group mates plowed ahead. We at least needed a good name. Boom: Bare scents. Our mascot would be… wait for it… a bear. You see the little wordplay there? Yeah, thought so.
The project culminated in me shaving half my face for the final trade show. When marketing professionals came around to scout and grade us, one group member, Roshun, would turn my head, saying "on this side, a dull razor… – flips chin – … but on the other side… bare scents." And that's the only class I ever failed in college.
Anyway, D-Jac got it in last night. Figuratively speaking. Probably.