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LA Strips Down For 'No Pants Day 2k9'

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Los Angeles’ public transportation can be slow, erratic and, unpleasantly fragrant. But its cast of characters are never dull. This was most true this past Saturday, as many riders chose to leave their pants at home.

LAist reported that Los Angeles was to make our first contribution to Improv Everywhere’s Global No Pants Day 2009. Known for good legs, our city gladly joined the spectacle, one which has steadily swelled in pantless participants since birth in New York City earlier this decade. This year’s event saw legs revealed around the country, as well as Australia, Europe, South Korea, and Canada.

No Panters were encouraged to convene at Downtown’s 7th Street Metro Center and act normal. All were asked to obey the law, and restrain genitalia within appropriate undergarments. This LAist writer was happy to agree to those terms and find out what No Pants Day 2k9 was all about. I reduced a three-piece suit to two, grabbed my laptop bag, and set off to find out what a commute might be like had I neglected to stop by the dry cleaners.

The Breeze Was Cooler Than Normal

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Confused half-smirks soon found their way onto the faces of unsuspecting metro riders as bare legs descended the escalators to the Red Line platform. Energy quickly built as over 100 pantless men and women (sporting over 200 legs) boarded the next train. The joy proved blinding though, as we had boarded the incorrect train, heading to Koreatown instead of popular Red Line destination Hollywood & Highland. Cameras-in-disguise caught all of this.

The Purple Line’s Wilshire & Western station was empty save for two County Sheriff’s. One intrigued, yet underwhelmed, Sheriff offered his take. “Strange.” He repeated it a second time before suggesting we “do this during the summer time when it’s warm.” Little did he knew that the day featured 1,200+ pantless riders on the New York City subway despite 30 degree weather and fresh dusting of snow. It was warm.

An especially cool breeze signaled the arrival of our correct train. We rode back to Wilshire & Vermont and transferred onto a crowded Red Line train. Riley, a USC student, briefcase at his side, spent most of the ride engrossed in Melville’s Moby Dick. He found this great American novel “fitting for the day.”

Hollywood and Highland

Our group’s presence soon added to the unique outdoor scene that is Hollywood Boulevard. Our pairs of bare legs mixed with fugazi superheroes, celebrity look-a-likes and, easily-impressed tourists. Some of those tourists even requested pictures with members of our group.

We marched to the Chinese Theater in the delightful 70+ degree weather. Our group then split up to shop at two popular merchants of pants: H&M and American Apparel. Neither group found anything appropriate and returned to the sidewalk where a passerby queried “are you all an American Apparel ad?”

The massive Greek columns outside of the El Capitan Theater Entertainment Complex, home to Jimmy Kimmel Live, felt an appropriate place to rest. Our pantless bodies gladly wrapped around these columns, nearly resembling the sexier time of Dionysus. Thankfully no one took it that far, and the day was pleasantly devoid of that guy.

The End, Success

One of the pantless organizers (in sports coat and blue boxers combo,) from GuerilLA, announced that our work here was done. He concluded we were free to go back to our restrictive, panted worlds. He was thankful for the exciting turnout which was dotted with “some really gorgeous legs.”

A friend and I felt tacos were a proper meal to mark our liberating journey's end. We walked down Hollywood toward Loteria Grill and at no point felt compelled to re-pant. Over these few blocks cat calls and car horns could be heard.

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As we panted-up before our meal (hey, we wanted service,) two lovely ladies, English tourists, approached us. Their collective disappointment was no secret. “Why are you putting your pants back on?" Disappointing our British admirers wasn’t a very nice feeling. Perhaps there is something to leaving the pants at home.

Photos by Ryan Jesena for LAist

For more on what GuerilLA’s up to next check their website. Past No Pants Day videos can be viewed on YouTube.