
I was desperately trying to take a pic of him all night and even considered posing with him to get a pic and telling him how much I loved his daring ensemble, but couldn't bring myself to lie to the poor kid.
Toward the end of the night, and after about 12 vodkas, I realized the no pants guy was standing right behind me. Score. I was so excited I nearly dropped my fanny pack. Clearly he was feeling good about himself and now had his shirt undone. Only in West Hollywood.
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