"...lights, camera, action....ROLL 'em..no, we can't stop NOW..."
This is the park where the phrase
'creature of habit' comes to mind, and today is no exception. After tackling the turnstiles and the perfunctory baggage inspection, we are already aware of what must be done next. Walk down Hollywood Blvd.
Check. Hang a right at the
Tips and Showtimes board and Information Booth.
Check. Brisk-walk down Sunset Blvd.
Check. Do NOT stop at Toluca Turkey Legs for a mid-morning snack.
Check. Split up party so that some of us can score some RnRC Fastpasses while the rest of us high-tail it to the end of the ToT line.
Check.
....okay, so far so good - we are fast approaching The Beverly Sunset store at the corner [one of these trips I'm just going to HAVE to stop in and purchase a Mickey waffle maker!] and, in a few moments we will be making that right turn...wait a sec! What's THIS on the left?
....we're STOPPING? For a street show??!??! Hey, we're losing time here, and it's already 9:45AM! Besides, we have a date with destiny....or a runaway elevator. Well-l-l-l-l, we're here, but I have a feeling that this is going to come back to bite us in the b*tt.....yes, we ARE here front-and-center, so we may as well enjoy the lighthearted Disney antics...
....well, after all the zany fun and the corny fake German Directorial accent, we FINALLY left the immediate area and made our way to ToT:
[...it's SO beautiful, I could cry...
]
...passing up a chance to grab a couple of RnRC Fastpasses (Ron, seriously? SERIOUSLY?

), eventually finding the end of the ToT queue line. In all the times that I've ridden ToT, I have never encountered the line so far back in the 'garden', but I figured that it was shady, and it also provided for some great photo ops
[BTW ~ OUCH! Those teeth were sharp!
DARN you, DHS street show! That's fifteen minutes of my ife that I'll never get back!
]:
...we snaked along the 'people-corralling ropes'
[...this is where I keep looking back at the poor unfortunates behind me, playing mind games with myself, reassuring my mind that I'm that much closer than they are; since the line circles around and around, they have no idea of the wait they have before them - I'm pretty sure there was a wise-acre kid that was doing the same thing to me, so I guess it all evens out...] until we finally were in the 'home stretch' - that part of the line that is a straight path to the defunct fountain and the hotel itself:
....now on the veranda and around the bend and we finally found ourselves on the interior part of the famed resort, also known as the hotel lobby:
[...what a shame; they've really let the place go...]
....past the 'regular' guest elevators, enduring yet another 'library schpiel' and its thunder-and-lightning clap with the temporary black-out, and out the other library door, we found ourselves in the bowels of this infamous haunt. Safely seated inside the 'elevator of doom', of course, in the front row, up we went, closer and closer to that undeniable adrenalin rush, and finally, back down to reality, where we were greeted by, none other than 'famous-creepy-bellhop-dude'!
...that guy totally ROCKS!....
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