So it’s really happening, and I’m really going to be a participant.
As I sit here trying to pick an album for my morning commute, it dawns on me for the first time that whichever one I choose will be remembered forever as the album from that time I rode the T pantsless. That adds a pretty new dose of realism. It’s a monumental choice to make at 9:00 on a Sunday morning. The way I figure it, the only way I can keep from “breaking character”–showing so much as a snicker as commuters drop trou en masse–is to choose something upbeat enough that I can nod along with drowsy intent. I haven’t picked one yet. I think it’s going to have to be a spur-of-the-moment choice, which makes sense, because that’s pretty much the only way to decide this is a good idea.
Have a late-breaking urge to join up? We’re meeting at the Alewife T stop at noon. Look at the folks with the question mark umbrellas; they’re the organizers from Boston S.O.S., who’ll give out routing information. Additionally, if you sign up for an account beforehand (http://www.soscities.org/) and give your username to an organizer, you’ll get points in that web site’s currency which can be converted into donation dollars for a charity of your choice.
If time, distance or common sense deter you from participating, you can still track updates through the twitter #NoPantsBoston hashtag at http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23NoPantsBoston. The fact that it takes place underground will probably keep updates limited, but maybe the people on the above-ground lines will be extra talkative.