I’ve managed to run through the city in a diaper, cut-off jean shorts, and a speedo, but never have I ever ridden the BART in my boxers. About 50-60 other people hadn’t either, but we banded together to freak out the squares and celebrate the beauty of flashmobs.
The scene was jovial and the energy was bubbling as a mass group of people of all types, shapes, and sizes awaited outside the Embarcadero BART station to hear instructions on where and when to de-pants. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and the tension was rising amongst the flashmob attendees, and shortly after the Ferry Building’s clock rang 3 o’clock our ‘leader” appeared.
He told us to get into the BART station, take off our pants, act serious about being pantless, then switch cars in between stops, go no farther then Daly City, and head back to the Irish Bank to celebrate.
It was pure madness. I loved every second of it. Here are some pics, see more at my Flickr page. Improv Everywhere out of NYC must be proud, as we got tons of media coverage. Check out Natalia’s Flickr, LaughingSquid, and the SFist.