See, five years ago, I was a sophomore at UCLA when my friends and I began running around Westwood in our underwear. We called this finals week act of rebellion “Undie Run.” Some of my roommates hoped to start a tradition, but I don’t think anyone believed it would actually happen.
Wow. Were we wrong. Two weeks ago, what was once a 13-man jog up and down Glenrock Avenue was 8,000 to 9,000 students running from the apartments to Powell Library.
(Pictured in the cowboy hat and bikini briefs is a former roommate, Mark Chipello.)