Worth it for the Milkshake

Yesterday Jose and I flew to Brenham, a small town about 80 miles away as the crow flies, to have lunch at the Southern Flyer Diner that's located right at the airport. It was so cool -- they had a little "airplane parking lot" and we stepped out of the plane and into the restaurant. We arrived around 2:00, and as we waited for our food, we got to see plane after plane after plane take off as the lunch crowd headed out in various directions.

It was a fun trip for the most part, but on the way up, I started feeling sick after about 10 minutes, despite having taken my generic Dramamine an hour earlier. It stayed at a low level for a bit, until Jose asked me to look at the map. That was not a good idea. From then on, I stared straight ahead out the front window until we landed, internally reminding myself "do not throw up in Jeff's nice, clean plane...do NOT throw up in Jeff's nice, clean plane!" Poor Jose. He had to fly the plane and worry about me getting sick.

I felt much better once we got on the ground and I got some food in my stomach. Since we were in Brenham, home of the Bluebell Ice Cream company, I splurged on a chocolate milkshake that was absolutely delicious.

The flight back to Pearland was much more fun, as my motion sickness did not return. Most of these photos are therefore from the return leg. Jeff (Jose's flight instructor) was at the hangar when we got back, and he recommended something other than Dramamine, so I'll have to try that since the Dramamine didn't even work this time. Not to mention that it leaves me pretty loopy for the rest of the day, and causes me to crash -- hard -- as soon as it gets dark. Even though it claims to be the non-drowsy kind, I went to bed earlier last night than I have in months.