Monday, April 26, 2010

Why Texas Rocks

Sorry for the no-post Friday.  We couldn't be dragged away from the requisite beer drinking, fried food eating euphoria known as Fiesta. was also my last day at my old job, so I spent the day celebrating with my two new besties, Marg and Rita.  We had some serious quality time.  It continued into the morning. 
Also, for the record, Marg & Rita have a serious out-of-no-where sucker punch that causes migraine like pain many hours later.  Don't say I didnt warn you.
Back to Fiesta.
Last week I worked the Armadilla Egg booth at NIOSA, pronounced {n-eye-o-sa}, if you say {knee-o-sa} we can no longer be friends.  NIOSA, to tourists and ticket holders is the crowd equivalent of hell, outpopulated only by the ticket booth at a Bieber concert pre-sale.  Don't believe me?

And this is only a small portion of the 4 square blocks of booths and madness.  Seriously, its a claustrophobic nightmare.  And the best thing ever. 

'Dilla Eggs come from the vag of armadillos.  See picture below:

If it is true that happy cows make good cheese, happy armadillos make some damn good eggs.  And what sombrero wearing 'dillo is anything but lovin life?
Just kidding about the eggs being pushed from the vagine of senior felicitades here.  'Dilla eggs are fried jalapeno poppers, and are quite possibly the lifeblood of most South Texans. 
 Note, it was really the Armadilla egg booth.  We Texans like to uncomplicate our words and spell phonetically.  Arm A Dill A. 

Fiesta in general has the world's best food, and NIOSA didn't disappoint.  Basically, anything you have ever wanted is battered, deep fried, and coated with powdered sugar. 

Or salsa

You gain like 5 pounds the moment you buy your ticket.  And you smell like beer for at least 3 days.  Like I said

But, in case you are somehow not completely entranced in an alcohol induced coma, and you dare to think NIOSA is a poor man's version of Mardi Gras, you would be wrong.  Stupid wrong.   We got class, baby.  Like blinged-out class:

Cartier and Tiffany encrusted 80 pound trains and crowns and sparkly fabulousity. Beer smell included.

Seriously, if you haven't already booked your trip to Texas for the 4th week in April 2011, you are missing out. I will save you a sangria slushie... maybe.

Cholesterol laden hugs -


Sarah RDH said...

There is so much in this post that I don't get. lol I'm from Ohio and we have Canal Days...lmao

Becky Mochaface said...

Looks tre awesome.

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