If you had guessed that Wingnut had chosen to ride Star Tours, well, nope.
Toy Story Mania? No.
Another go-round on the Muppets? Surprisingly, no.
He chose the one, the only, the better-head-to-the-bathroom-before-we-get-in-line-because-were-going-on the Backlot Tour.
While I dont entirely dislike the Backlot Tour, it certainly is not a ride that I feel compelled to go on every time we visit.
Wingnut begs to differ.
He loves the behind the scenes look at everything, and doesnt even mind standing through that preshow where probably-suspecting volunteers get hundreds (thousands?) of gallons of water dumped on them.
Me: (Standing there.) Dont you wish that you had the option to walk through the preshow of this ride, and just get on the tram?
Wingnut: No.
OF COURSE YOU DONT.
Probably the most annoying part of the Backlot Tour (and Wingnut does agree with me on this one) is that they rush you through the coolest part of the ride, the prop warehouse. Theres about a billion awesome things to look at, but you have to keep walking through, or else the tram will leave without you.
(Hmm. Thats not a bad idea
)
Anyways, we hurried as slowly as possible through the prop warehouse (which is probably only a notch slower than me racing to guest services earlier that morning), and then made it out to the tram loading area. We were towards the end of our group, and so we got directed to one of the last rows in the last car, which already had 3 people sitting in it.
The row, not the car. That had several other people already in it as well.
For those of you that havent been on the Backlot Tour recently, you might be thinking, 5 people, no biggie.
Um. No.
Before we even stepped into the row, I turned to the CM, and looked at the row in front of us. This ones pretty full already.
The CM, who had already filled up the last row behind us, basically said that it was this, or wait for the next tram. The three people already in the row were already moving over, inviting us up into the tram, "there's plenty of room! Come on in!"
Okay, then.
Our row companions were thankfully very friendly as we all squeezed aboard, pretty much as close as humanly possible to each other while attempting to give each other a bit of personal space.
And we were off!
Walt's plane.
Coming up on Catastrophe Canyon.
YOU'RE GONNA GET WETTTTTTT.
(Wrong ride, I know. But it still applies.)
A glimpse of the set of L!M!A!
We left the ride, checked the shop for the hat (nope), and continued meandering around DHS.
Since we're not too big on rides like Tower of Terror or Rock N' Roller Coaster, we hardly ever have reason to go down Sunset Blvd. I suggested to Wingnut we take a stroll down thataway, and he looked at me, completely confused.
"I've never been down here before."
"No, seriously." It wasn't like I was leading him down some random Disney hidden alleyway.
"Nope. Never been down this road."
"Well, let's go!"
We strolled down the street, deciding that we would go through the shops on the way back. He had no interest in going to see the Beauty and the Beast show, so we were soon turning back around, checking out the shops for the hat (and sure, other stuff too.)
I was a bit surprised at the total randomness of some of the stores on this street. They didn't really scream "shops in a Disney park" to me.
The hanging objects from the ceiling did have a bit of a Muppets vibe to me though.
At this point, it was around 2 in the afternoon. We decided to head back to the Polynesian to take a break (and completely overhaul our dining plans for the evening (and part of the rest of the week)).
Yes, yes we did.