Last Tuesday night, I experienced one of the many delightful student body events that the University of California Santa Cruz has to offer:The First Rain/Naked Run.
This was truly one of the funniest, shocking, and silliest thing I have ever witnessed, yet it was one of the most humbling and coolest things to watch. People of all different sizes, shapes, colors, colleges, sexes, and places in life all came together for one night to embrace one another and celebrate the start of the rainy season.
Or I could be taking it totally and completely wrong, and everyone just wanted an excuse to drink, take off his or her clothes, and run through campus screaming. In any case, I got to see more wiener, bongos, and vag to last a lifetime.
I, however, was a pussy and hella bitched out. [Sorry SoCal, I realize “hella” is a strange concept to wrap your head around, but you’re getting used to the rain, you can get used to “hella”] I thought about doing the run in bra and panties, but didn’t want to be like the lame asses at UC Santa Barbara and UCLA and do a panty run. It’s the Naked Run. Go Big or Go Home. If you’re going to do it, do it all the way. [Wow, sexually innuendoes seem to be an occurring thread in this class].
My favorite part of this whole charade, aside from sipping tea watching the goods bounce past the balcony of my apartment, was the way in which everyone decided to accessorize their ensemble. I saw fanny packs, golf hats, colorful scarves, knee-high socks, and a BAG PIPE!
What a story to tell Grandma about my first college experience. She’ll be so glad I came to UCSC instead of the all girl private college she had suggested years ago.
Cheers to nudity!
[and rain]
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