Steve and Diana didn't dress up, but I went as a... As a... Well, I'm not sure what I was. I didn't have much to work with, so we went with the post-apacolyptic raver look, Diana drawing tribal tattoos on my body and adding accents in duct tape.
Steve decided the concept of dancing to drum and bass was a little beyond him, and so instead played with my video camera for the night. Cool footage, and here are stills from the evening:

I think my expression says: "I have a really tough life".

A close-up of the "tats".

My back, and the added duct tape.

At the rave. Only maybe ten percent were in costume, and nothing extravagent: kitty ears, devil horns, a guy in a scream mask, a girl in a witch mask, that sort of thing.

Me and Diana on the dance floor (I'm shirtless, she's in the light blue shirt).

I think this is a really cool shot of me whirling my arms.

Diana on the dance floor

Diana again.
It was a really cool night, but I did find myself leaning over to Steve at one point and saying: "I'm 26. I have a Masters. I am a teacher". He immedietly got the irony and started laughing. The subtext was: "why the hell am I shirtless, covered in drawn-on tatoos and duct tape and dancing at an all night rave?"
I'm still not sure, but it was a lot of fun.