Several times my husband and I have gone as the Farkles.
The first time another couple dressed along with us. We frequented the Goodwill shop in Philly and purchased lots of polyester, plaid, stripes, rollers, gaudy pendants, and fuzzy slippers.
The guys were in optometry school with all these single people. The four of us who dressed like Farkles were married.
We put our hair in rollers, hiked our pants, blacked out teeth, and the guys slicked their hair and put dandruff on their collars. At one point in the evening one of the guys had toilet paper coming out the back of his pants. It was hysterical. The guys walked around slouched all night, wiping their noses and scratching. We even danced like doofuses. We were out there with hunched shoulders and funky hair, crooked lipstick and no makeup, dancing right along with the Playboy Bunnies, sexy cats with hardly a stitch on, and muscle men. It was a hoot.
When people talked to us we even spoke like Farkles HON...you know!
The four of us won first place. We had a half page, color photo in the yearbook.
Ross and I have dressed like this twice since, but nothing will ever beat the time in optometry school.
We still vacation with this other couple. Every now and then Ross and I consider meeting them at some airport dressed in full Farkle fashion. Once when we visited their home we considered having our kids dress the part too for our arrival, but they wouldn't go along with it.
We have a gold framed picture in our living room of Ross and I in Farkle fashion from one of the parties. People see the frame and pick it up. I think some have thought it was a picture of our relatives. They're not sure who it is.
Now I'm not saying this to hurt any feelings. This is true. When we were the original Farkles in Philly, a couple guys from North Carolina came up to us and told us we looked like their relatives!
Have fun on Halloween!