When I was a single party animal I used to carry a camera to as many Halloween parties as I could find. I snapped this photo at a big radio station party in a fancy ballroom. He was one of the finalists for best costume and was identified as “the portals of joy”. Enjoy!
Even better than my Klu Klux Klown outfit ! (which did not even get me accosted, let alone killed … much to the dismay of my friends who told me that it would)
I knew somebody was going to ask. Sorry to say, no. One of the guys used a white bedsheet to make a big, round ball that he stuffed with, other than himself, tissue paper or something, and sewed a big white tale to it. Funny stuff.
Maybe rackensack remembers it, or who wore it, or maybe even has a picture. How 'bout it rack?
I did once see a woman at a Halloween party dressed as a maxi pad. She had two white wings and a white towel on her back. And she was dressed in a red body suit, so she wasn’t even one that was fresh from the box.
I remember it quite well. I’m drawing a blank on the name right now, which is probably just as well, but I remember the face and personality vividly. The guy was in my dorm. IIRC, his mother actually made the costume for him. He told her he wanted a tadpole costume, but gave her a white sheet to make it from. He gave her some story about wanting to color it himself.
This wasn’t at a frat party or dorm bash, either. He wore it for the costume contest they held at dinner in the cafeteria; this being a residential college where nearly everyone lives on campus and eats in this cafeteria during a fairly narrow time window, a large percentage of the student body saw and appreciated it. What you have to imagine is someone coming into your standard small college cafeteria (1950s decor and all), traveling down the cattle run from the door to the serving line, going through the line, and out into the cafeteria, sitting at the table and eating their dinner, wearing a sperm costume.
I believe he actually outdid himself the next year, when he reprised the costume with the addition of a black cape and came as a . . . . .
(wait for it)
sperm Count.
As for a picture, I’ve often regretted the lack of one at times like this, but I’m afraid that no one committed it to film (at least that I know of).