So, I make it through the library and into the boiler room. I wait in line with Babe through the queue. I ask the next available CM where the chicken hatch can be located. She tells me to go down a hall and get in an ELEVATOR! and press the down button.
Are you kidding me??? The whole point was that I did not want to get on an elevator. I knew that I was on the right elevator because there were no seats or restraining devices, but I’m not afraid to say that I was hesitant about pushing the button.
After I narrowly escaped the ToT we made a mad dash over to Star Tours. We had gotten a fast pass for it before we had taken the back lot tour. When we came back after our tour, Star Wars was shut down for some reason. Complications arose, ensued, were overcome. We held onto our fast pass and after ToT it was up and running. And apparently it had not been working for very long. We showed the nice CM at the fast pass line our FP and told him that is was down when we came back at our appointed time. He let us in. There was no one in the FP line in front of us, but the standby line was long. It wasn’t outside the building or anything but I felt guilty about getting to go in front of ALL those people.
Well, I told you that I forced Babe to wear a “Happy Anniversary” button and everyone who saw it had been telling us happy anniversary. The CM at the front of the Star Tours line told us Happy Anniversary as he showed us to our transport. I told him thanks. Then he asked how many. I said ten. OOPS. He was already talking to the group of people in the standby line, asking them how many were in their party.
This ride is awesome. We are a family of thrill seekers. Even our daughter liked this ride last year and she turned five years old the week we were there.
In case you are thinking of taking a Star Tour just be advised that there are no light saber duels or Jedi mind tricks allowed on the aircraft.
After our tour of the galaxy, we decided to go home for the night. The park did not close for another couple of hours but we had done everything that we came there to do. Sure we could have ridden some of the rides again, but we were satisfied and just wanted to go back to our room.
I slept much better this night.
I had put in a wake up call request for pretty early the next day. I can’t remember exactly what time. When Stitch called, I popped up like a daisy in the snow. We had a lot to do today.
I took a quick shower and got myself ready. Then I set about getting everything else ready. This is our usual routine. I get everything together while Babe watches TV. I put our spare set of camera batteries in the charger (it only takes 15 minutes), I made sure we had an extra tape for our video camera, I made sure both cameras were in the bag. Then I made sure that we had cash, our room cards and our park passes. Cell phones? Check. Sunglasses? Check, check.
We were ready to go. Then Babe asks “did you get the cameras?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Did you get my cell phone?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Did you put extra batteries in the bag?”
“Yes, dear. Momma‘s prepared.”
“As always,” he said.
At least he can appreciate that.
And away we went.
This was going to be our only day to park hop. We had gotten the tickets that we used for the past two days several years ago and we did not buy the park hopper option. But for this trip, we knew that we wanted to go over to Universal Studios one day (GASP!!) so in order to fit in all of Disney we would have to fit two parks into one day.
I ordered these one day park hopper tickets off ebay. I was able to get both tickets for the price of one ticket purchased at the gate. I don’t mind telling you that I was a little bit scared. I was afraid that we would get up to the gate and be DENIED.
You can also read that DE-NIED. That’s how we say it in the South. It’s kind of like the police and the PO-LICE. The Police is an 80s rock band. The Po-lice are who come get you for jay walking and other crimes against society.
But the tickets worked fine. In fact, I think I’m going to try it again when we go next year.
When the tickets came in the mail, they were in an envelope from Disney. The return address was Disney Toon Studios in California. It gave me the impression that the guy that sold them worked for Disney. And I don’t mean as a ticket taker or a crowd controller. I figure he got them free as a perk of the job and thought “I do this all day long. That’s the last place I want to go on my day off.”
So we get to Epcot just a few minutes after the park opens (for extra magic hour). We practically had front row parking. Babe tells me to stand in front of the ball so he can take my picture. I oblige. The batteries in the camera were dead with the first picture. So much for being prepared.
But I really was prepared. We put in the batteries that I charged up that morning. We figured if they ran down, we would just have to pay $57,000 for some batteries from one of Disney’s vendors.