Lights Motor Action:
Alex and I left Rock 'n' Roller Coaster and took an "out of the way" route to the Lights Motor Action Stunt Show. We were curious to see how far the Sci Fi restaurant was to LMA, that way we'd know how long it'd take us to get there after the show.
We walked by the sorcerer's hat and towards Star Tours. I don't know why, but Alex and I never managed to get a photograph of any kind with the hat. Not even the obligatory "stand in front of this and let me capture it real quick."
We pulled the same stunt at Animal Kingdom's Tree of Life two days later.
Oops.
We strutted on by the hat and accidentally took a left and ended up at the closed Star Tours attraction. I was trying to get DBF to veer back to the right, so that way we could walk past Sci Fi. However, Alex saw something at that moment that he fell in love with.
The Jedi Training Academy.
"Alicia, look at this....Did you know they had this for kids?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me about it?"
Honestly, I hadn't even thought about it. First of all, we didn't have kids. Second, I am not a die hard Star Wars fan, so it never peaked my interest.
I pointed the child fact out to Alex.
"Yeah, we don't have any NOW, but now that I know about this I am totally bringing our kids here when they get old enough. They HAVE to do that! Do you see them?! They get to be jedis! JEDIS! They fight Darth Vader Alicia, and they play with light sabers, and........"
I just stared at my Alex in mild surprise. This was the first thing at Disney that made him spazz out like a child. Since I'd already had minor freak out attacks from arrival day, it was kind of nice to see him have a moment.
Plus, there's nothing like hearing your boyfriend talk about a)future kids and b) more Disney trips.
I wish we could've stayed there longer and delved further into the whole "future" topic, but 10:30 was looming closer.
We spotted Sci Fi and made our way to the LMA location. Thankfully, they were really close together...not even five minutes apart.
We handed our FPs to a CM and got in line.
We were third in line, which at the time seemed pretty sweet, but after seeing the size of the stadium, it wouldn't have mattered if we'd been in the 100th spot. The seating area is HUGE!!!!
They began to let us in around 10:45; DBF and I demolished a box of animal crackers while we were waiting. For some reason riding TSM and RnRC made me ravished! I become so hungry at WDW, no matter how often I eat. It probably has a lot to do with all the walking.
Anyways, DBF and I sat down to the left of the middle entryway, at about the fifth row. Unfortunately, the seats were wet (not sure why, it hadn't rained that morning) and the seat of our pants got a nice ice bath when we sat down.
The water wouldn't have been bad if it wasn't so brutally cold. December 19th was most certainly the coldest day during our trip.
The show began on time at 11 (I think) and was scheduled to end at 11:30.
Perfect. That gave DBF and me 20 minutes to get to our 11:50 ADR.
I took pictures like crazy. Mostly because I didn't want Alex to worry about it, due to the fact that he was DYING to see the show. You see, DBF is a motorhead. His car is his baby and he watches over his motorcycle almost more than he watches his dog.
So anything that has cars and bikes spinning and flying and whatever is going to make him ridiculously giddy.
The other reason I took so many pics was because I
wasn't that interested in car chases, etc, so it gave me something to do.
I was relaxed, DBF was enjoying the show, everything was going great.
Until...
"I'm sorry, folks, one of our test drivers is having some technical difficulties, please bear with us. After all, the safety of our drivers is our first priority."
Okay, this won't set us back too far.
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes....
It was during the wait that I realized something. I hadn't accounted for the crowds.
The stadium was PACKED. And we hadn't sat anywhere near the exits. Not even on the edge of our row.
Hmmmm
Finally, they had something else happen. Something that involved bikes. By that point I wasn't paying the least amount of attention.
I can easily be overcome with stress, and that was precisely what was happening to me during this show. I was constantly checking my phone to see what the time was, and I kept looking for the quickest and easiest escape route.
By the time the big finale came around, it was nearing 11:40. We had ten minutes to spare.
I packed away the camera, not even caring about capturing the end, and told DBF to be ready to book it.
Tires squealed, fire went up, and we were out of our seats like a rocket.
We managed to fly down the stadium stairs and weave in and out of people exiting from the right side.
11:42.
We hit a wall of people near the area where everyone lines up to wait.
We are never going to make it. There has to be thousands of people blocking us in.
Thankfully, DBF got us to the far right hand side of the mob and we were able to do some squeezing near the fence.
We were speeding up.
We rushed past the massive entrance sign.
Almost to the homestretch.
11:45.
DBF tried to pick up the speed, but he ended up stepping on this poor Japanese woman's shoe and caused it to fly off. He had to pick it up and return it to the very confused woman. I apologized profusely for DBF's inconsideration. I don't believe they spoke any English, though, so I can only take their smiles and giggles to mean they weren't too angry at DBF.
The shoe cost us another minute.
For the 2nd time before noon I was running across DHS.
11:47....
11:48....
We booked it into the Sci Fi lobby out of breathe.
I wheezed, "We have...11:50...appoitment....under the name.....Ali...cia ____"
I thought I wouldn't ever be able to breathe again. The CM in charge of the front desk was really nice, though. He gladly overlooked our panting; he even joked about it.
"Oh, I see, trying to getting a seat a minute early...hmmm that's Strike 1, you two."
Oh, please, sir, don't make me laugh. I'm dying over here.
"Ahh, and you're not on the dining plan, that's Strike 2."
The CM was so friendly. This was my first ever table service restaurant inside WDW. (Well...I ate in Italy once, but that was six years ago, and my mother did all the work that time. So that doesn't count.) I couldn't believe how nice and interactive all the CMs were.
Their attitude put me in a really good mood, and I was excited to sit down and eat.
Up next...I eat/drink one of the yummiest milkshakes I've had in a very long time.