Top half: Helmet, chest protecter, jersey, gloves.
Bottom half: Mini skirt, nylons and pumps.
Drag racer.
Yeah, I know, lame. And my feet hurt, too. I don’t know how the ladies do it.
A dirty, greasy one-piece jumper and a black baseball cap with “Local 666” stenciled on it. Carrying tools, like a screwdriver or cresent wrench. I went around saying I was answering a call from a “Dr. Furter.”
The Satanic Mechanic
I was Sheik Yerbouti from about age 5 to age 12 or so. I didn’t know who that was until earlier this year when I came across a Frank Zappa news story which mentioned it. Incidently the first year that it was released was the first year I went as that.
Once I wore my dad’s Air Force uniform. (so maybe I was going as my dad?)
But I also brought a note book and told people what they saw was swamp gas.
Can you guess what color the note book was?
It was BLUE! I went as Project Blue Book!
I dressed in a black catsuit and had segments of ribbon in 4 colors fastened together end-to-end in two long streamers. Each one started at my wrist and twirled around my arm, torso, and leg so that they crossed on my body. I was a gene fragment!
Once in high school I went as a battered husband – I walked around with sunglasses on, cradling my wrist like it had been injured. When people asked what happened, I told them it was a racquetball accident. (Now that I’m older and not so stupid I’d never make fun of spousal abuse, but for a punk kid it was pretty clever.)
Another year I went as my friend Mike; I wore khakis with a t-shirt and white socks, tightly tapered the ankles, and walked around with a Diet Pepsi and a goofy grin on my face. If you knew Mike, you’d have gotten the joke. (More than one person recognized me.)
When I was in college I was in our marching band. One year, Halloween fell on a Saturday – game day – so instead of marching in our uniforms, each section selected a costume idea and everyone dressed up. Several of the trumpets went as a six-pack of Bud, and they were connected by a giant set of O-rings. Tough to march, but it looked pretty cool.
–Cliffy
Pictures? I’d love to see a Tick costume.
This one year I had an Odin costume.
yes, the Norse god. I am a nerd. It wasn’t too elaborate, basically a cape, an eyepatch and a pool-cue-turned-spear.
I hate explaining costumes, so I didn’t go to any parties. My friend and I took a bunch of kids trick-or-treating in her neighborhood. She was wearing an angel costume, and ended up carrying the plastic bloodstained ax one of the kids was tired of holding.
I swear the two of us got more fundamentalist Halloween tracts in our bags than I’ve ever seen in one place. 
One more fun one I did in high school:
A friend of mine made a grain silo out of posterboard and wore it around.
I followed behind him, wearing a sandwichboard costume that was painted with the sun.
My brother walked behind me, wearing a white sheet with holes cut into it.
Any guesses about what we were?
Fodder, sun, and holey ghost.
(Eventually we put on little signs so that people would get it)
Daniel
Sorry, haven’t got any… Maybe I’ll get some taken to share with y’all…
A friend of mine did this one, but it always cracked me up. He spent about 2 hours cutting crucifixes out of construction paper and taping them all over his body, including one on his chin.
He told everyone he was a cross-dresser.
I once dressed up as a tornado victim.
I am generally apatheic toward costumes, but one year I went to a big dance club costume party as a grunge rocker - open flannel shirt over t-shirt, ripped jeans, work boots, long blonde wig, (clip-on) earring, backwards baseball cap…
Only problem was the year was 1995, and there were plenty of guys at that club dressed exactly like that - unfortunately they were NOT in costume. They didn’t seem to appreciate the satire.
Oh well, so for once I was ahead of the trend curve.
Love it–that’s great!
My most ambiguous was this bizarre space alien princess thing I threw together a few years ago. I was nude from the waist up, covered in blue paint and had this strange gold lace dress on top.
One of my coworkers came in one year dressed in black with cut-out sayings pinned to her: “The check’s in the mail”, “I’ve got a headache”, etc. She was little white lies.