So I was helping to run a costume tour today, where we had 3 of the Smurf costumes in town and were working a convention. Like you do.

The convention gave ONE ROOM for all of the costumed people to use. Which.. it's not a tiny room, but it's not like a conference room either. It's probs like... a normal room size, really. Like you'd find in a house.

First off, the princesses demanded half the room to themselves. Because they have ~wigs~ and ~dresses~ and they're bitches.

(Not just because they wanted half the room and only used about half of that space, but also because at one point they stole our chair and pretended they didn't hear us asking about it until Pat straight up bust into their half and took it back.)

This means the Storm Troopers, Mandalorians, Chick-Fil-A cow, Bubbles the fish, the Smurfs, and whatever that other thing was were all sharing one half of one room.

I mean, okay, we got free Chick-Fil-A out of it and most of the Star Wars peeps were super cool (except the one that came in and insisted that this was ~their room~ and he didn't understand why anyone else was allowed to use it, but he was a dick)

So at our busiest, we had three headless Smurfs on break, Boba Fett, Kylo Ren, that one fancy Storm Trooper with the orange shoulder patch, Bubbles, the Chick-Fil-A cow, and half of Bubbles all chilling trying to use the same space

While ~Aurora~ and ~Merida~ chilled in the other half by themselves and then swapped out with ~Jasmine~ and ~Snow White~. And could you please move your box because we need ~a walking path~