Wow! I can’t wait to not see you there. 
I would wear a tux, and carry a box of Milkbones on a silver platter.
Well, **Anaamika ** means “anonymous” in Hindi, or rather, “nameless”. SO…I’d probably wear a perfectly ordinary pair of slacks, and a perfectly ordinary blouse, with my hair up in a perfectly ordinary way…
so you’d never remember me.
Well, I’m named for the air cadet squadron I used to command, so I could just wear a bunch of clothing with its crest on, with a bit of this thrown in.
Alternately, I could go along with the common misreading of the name and be a big stainless steel pot full of little fuzzy ears and paws and stuff: wolf stew.
I’d probably just wear plain street clothes and skulk in the corner…
Huh… can I be your partner? Together, we’d make a really (un-)remarkable pair… 
I’d wear the latest fashion, carry a towel, and have a pair of opaque-lensed sunglasses.
Or, you could just wear a nametag that says “Hi, my name is”.
I’d wear shabby clothes and carry a walking stick. Just like normal.
Under my coat is a Steelers jersey.
If that’s all, I’d love to see that! 
Mine’s too easy.
The Poster With No Name? You could try this outfit.
OK, I only just now realized the connection. Larry Mudd = Leisure Suit Larry? In my defense, by the time I was old enough to play that game, there wasn’t a functioning computer in my county that could run it.
Does anyone know where I could get a Mel Gibson halloween mask?
I guess I’d have to cover myself in feathers, and wear my hair in a DA. And avoid saying “Oh, just put it on my bill.” HA! I slay me!
Lacha is “duck” as gaeilge.
I’d have to wear a stillsuit, with a deep orange hooded robe with a hawk crest over it, carrying a crysknife, and have contact lenses to turn my eyeballs completely blue.
Or maybe I’d just wear this.
I’d have to wear a waitress uniform. There are probably more interesting outfits Ellen Cherry Charles possesses in this novel (Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins), but I read the book so many years ago I can only vaguely recall the plot!
I guess I’d sew a bunch of pricetags together and make a snazzy three piece suit out of them.
Not specifically – “Larry” (though it is the name I go by in meatspace) has always made me think of tacky leisurewear. I blame Larry Dallas, the neighbor on Three’s Company. (According to the Kabbalarryan Philosophy, this name represents the very apex of tacky casual wear.) Harry Mudd has a more refined sartorial sense, naturally.
I’m ashamed to admit that I only just now parsed av8rmike.
Probably this …just cause it looks all comfy like.
I guess I’d just have to try to out-dress everyone else … so I would be the spiffiest person there!
Ummm…scruffy, tattered clothes, a walking stick and a frown.