"Area 51" is actually a restaurant on the airport in Sherman/Denison, TX. Daddy and some friends decided they'd like to try it out as it's only been open a few months. So we flew on down and met them there. I was a great girl on the way down, just quietly munching on the Chex Daddy brought. I did start to cry at one point though. Daddy finally figured out that I thought he said "eat the cloud" instead of "see the cloud", and I started bawling, saying "I don't WANT to eat the cloud" over and over again until he figured it out! Clouds are big Daddy, I can't eat a whole one! Once he told me that no, I didn't have to eat the cloud, I calmed right down and was great the rest of the flight.
"Area 51" turned out to be an aviation-themed restaurant. It was a small place, and they were still trying to decorate it, but had some neat stuff up. Like a big cockpit photo!
And some model airplanes hanging on the wall. I kept telling Daddy I wanted to go in this one. He let me touch it with one finger.
They had a pinball game I could play for free (and did, although not too well).
We weren't sure what the story was with the motorcycle in the corner next to a DJ table, but when I saw it I took off running and climbed right up before Daddy could stop me. Of course, before pulling me off of it, he took a moment to get some pictures of me making motorcycle sounds. I did tell him he could sit on the seat behind me!
I had some chicken nuggets and ate them all. I sure was having fun there!
When we left we headed up the road to a small museum they have. The airport was a WWII training base, so they had a few display items that were neat. I ran most of the way to the museum, which Daddy later measured was 4/10 of a mile down the road. I had a lot of energy! Of course I stopped every so often to pick flowers.
Daddy, this looks like a perfect "first jet" for me!
"Daddy, can I stick my face into a jet engine?" "Only if you don't tell your mother."
When we were done, we headed back down the road to the planes. As Daddy expected, I didn't want to run back! "Daddy, can I have uppa please?" So he carried me most of the way back. His plan was working though, I was pretty worn out. Look what happened just five minutes into the flight back!
And that's how I stayed, for about an hour, until right before landing, when I woke up, started fussing, then instantly got distracted when I noticed planes parked on the ground. Daddy said I was a really great girl all day and he had a lot of fun with me!
