The security guard at the con took one look at my costume and said "absolutely not"โฆ
Princess Peach. Full pink ballgown. Gloves, earrings, the whole thing. I'd been planning it for two months.
I walk up to the entrance smiling. The guard doesn't smile back. He points at my head.
"That's a weapon."
My crown. My plastic, $8, slightly bent crown.
I explain it's plastic. He says "rules are rules." I offer to let him hold it. He refuses to touch it, like it might go off. A line is forming behind me. Someone dressed as Bowser starts filming.
Five minutes later his supervisor walks over. Looks at me. Looks at the crown. Looks at him.
"Kevin. It's plastic."
Silence. The Bowser behind me starts slow clapping.
Kevin let me in.
Kevin also came to find me three hours later and asked for a photo "for his niece."
We both know there's no niece, Kevin ๐๐