Requirements for a perfect streaking spot include: 1. The crowd needs to contain enough old conservative people to really offend someone, but still have pockets of other young possible streakers to high-five you and cheer you on. 2. You need a clear landmark or two for Instagram purposes, as well as a relatively straight main street featuring at least a handful of small side streets to duck into in case things get dicey. 3. Ideally, your streaking destination will even include a finish line, where you'll be able to successfully hide if things get too real. Step on up and strip off your clothes, Old Towne Orange! Here's how we'd do it: You ditch the trench coat (all respectable streakers start in trench coats) inside Plaza Square Park, grab a quick selfie, and then take off up Glassell Street. After waving to some of the friendly shoppers and employees at the various stores, you grab a piece of pizza off someone's plate from the patio of Pizza Press because streaking can be tiring. You stop briefly to grab a sip of coffee from the hipsters kicking it outside the Filling Station, yell something across the street to the wannabe hipsters at Bruxië, and then tuck into Chapman's campus, where you've already stashed clothes behind a bush and/or in a bathroom stall. And Chapman Undie Run folks: What you do doesn't count, no matter how hot y'all may be.
