Peace, love and underwear.
All were on full display at an Undie Run, in Salt Lake City of all places.
This run wasn’t on my radar until I was packing up after The Dirty Dash. There was a weird sport in Cali that needed my attention the following day.
But then Ashley got an email reminder about it and turned to me with these magical words: “Undie Run!” At which point I put down my bags and smiled.
Thousands of people gathered downtown before start time, at which point it became – naturally – a monster dance party.
This 2-mile run was a playful poke from the gay-lesbian-and-stripper-friendly community in SLC to those both home and abroad that think Utah doesn’t know how to have fun.
Who knew that the Mormons weren’t the only show in town?
Organizers hoped to set a Guinness record for the largest underwear run. They would have done it – easily – but folks couldn’t stand still long enough to be counted. Always next year.
The run started downtown and went up to the capital building and back, conveniently passing by the Mormon Temple. New Facebook profile photos anyone?
The SLCPD was pretty laid back, taking everything in stride. Some lent their rigs for photo ops. Others tried covertly to avoid having their photo taken with barely clad babes.
Kind of like the current Occupy __(insert your village here)__, people in this run last month took advantage of the opportunity to protest whatever the fuck they felt like protesting for. Gay rights. Stronger beer. Legalized marijuana. Chill Mormons.