Did you miss it?! People walking around the Metro pant-less, in various states of underwear-daring? Maybe you read about it on the LA Times or saw a short report on the TV news, but did you know that one of the gathering points for the undie-clad rebels was right here in Pasadena, at the Sierra Madre Villa train station?
Well, we knew about it, and so we decided to stop by, on the very low-down, to check out the scene. This is what we can report…
At 1 p.m., right by the TAP machines at the Sierra Madre Villa Station, there was a dude, looking quite suspect, walking up, down, and about. We don’t know exactly what about him made us think that he had to be one of those destined to take their pants off sooner than later… Perhaps it was his trench coat… or his long hair… or his big backpack adorned with colorful pins… or his gorilla boots… or the combination of all of the above. Only problem, he was alone, and the gathering was supposed to happen, according to the event’s “dossier,” at 1 p.m.
We won’t lie to you… we were getting nervous… did we change out of our pajamas on a Sunday afternoon for nothing?! But we figured Mr. suspect-looking-dude was probably feeling worse. However, in just minutes… people… strangers to one another but of one same mind and purpose… began to gather. Everybody came fully clothed, though… which was a bummer… considering we had our Smartphone’ cameras ready to go…
We saw a lot of introductions, hand-shakings, and then… aha! Mr. suspect-looking-dude (according to the “guide” his name was actually either Agent Silky or Agent Shark) pulled out a massive camera from his backpack and then we knew… it was on! The crowd of twenty- and thirty-somethings began to disrobe at unison… only the bottom half… relax. Considering what could have happened, the scene was rather tame. There were lots of boxer shorts and long t-shirts, and those with more daring panties still covered the major “areas” with coat tails and the sort.
The moment then came when Agent Silky-or-Shark told them it was time to go. By then there were about 40, perhaps 50 drawer-boasting-brave ones. And so they went, like good people each paying their fare on the TAP machines, towards the Gold Line train, from which they would later transfer to the Red Line train, which would then take them to Hollywood where they would finally gather in a big happy party with many other pant-less souls.
The participants were clearly instructed not to disturb the regular train passengers… to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening… Yeah. The best part of the entire thing, we must tell you, was looking at the faces of the “regular passengers,” who apparently knew nothing about “No Pants Day” and whose faces showed confusion like no other to see so many underthings out in the 57 degree air.
This was the sixth year that the “No Pants Metro Ride” was organized in LA, in conjunction with the “No Pants Subway Ride” that has happened in other US cities for the past thirteen years.
If you’re bummed you missed out on showing your Superman shorts this time around, keep an eye open. Your 2015 chance is coming! Check out the organizing group at www.gueril-la.com
It was totally fun! We took the pictures, put our pants on… and went home!
Dena Burroughs photos