I was pretty psyched that at least one person at each party recognized me as Elliott Gould's version of Trapper John from the movie MASH. Here's a picture of me side-by-side with Elliott for comparison:
It was an ideal costume because it meant I could wear glasses and I didn't have to shave my mustache. Plus I already had the perfect shirt.
K. dressed as a rootin' tootin' cowgirl complete with spurs and six-shooters. The scariest costume of the night by far was my friend Dave in a red suit and devil-horned George Bush mask.