the basic breakdown was thus: we, all of us red liners, boarded a 2 train at the same time. in exponentially increasing waves, we'd take off our pants, & exit the train. that is, at the first stop, one guy got out. the next, two of us. the next, four, & so forth. which meant the real train was the train behind us; that was the one that would be, little by little, overwhelmed with pantless riders. it went off without a hitch, with the possible exceptions being that a) media was swarming the event (even in-line skate wearing paparazzi!) which meant people knew "something was up" & b) we just totally outnumbered the pants-wearers pretty quickly. still, there were plenty of people flipping their top. as a kicker, we all (the red liners) got out at times square & transfered to the yellow line, which is when we really "freaked the norms." that was when the disparity was most equal, & people the most surprised. just a big, long line of pantless people walking through the station. i fielded the usual questions: "what day is it?" "uh...saturday, i think." & "why aren't you wearing pants?" "i'm on my way jogging!" or whatever.
afterwards, there was a big congregation of the pantless in union square. it got pretty boisterous, with people even being converted to the pantlessness. mind you, it was pretty fucking cold by now, but in a cluster it wasn't so bad. there were more exchanges "why aren't you wearing pants?" "(turns to person next to him) why aren't you wearing pants?!" & even some interference: "what are you protesting?" "we're protesting darfur?" "why, what is going on in darfur?" "hahah" "darfur massachusets?!" but soon enough we trickled our way down to a burger & beer joint called the stand. we took up about half of the restaurant, & some of our fellows we're over-excited, but generally taking over a place with your tribe, even your temporary one, is a lot of fun. peter even straggled in, too late for the pantlessness, to join us. oh, & on the way home i yelled at a teenager. oh, & all the pretty girls were totally eyeball fucking me, especially the pretty blonde girl at second avenue. so, i'm the winner.