Day four of my Fiesta Adventure finds me at NIOSA. 

Now there is an on-going argument on how to pronounce NIOSA.  Some peeps say NYE OH SAH while other say NEE OH SAH.  I still don't know how to say it correctly but I think the latter is the preferred pronounciation.  All I know is that you get down and dirty with your fellow San Antonians.  You have to wear old clothes because someone will spill their beer on you. Guaranteed.

Pix are hard to come by when you are clawing and fighting your way to the beer booths.  Sorry for the quality but NIOSA do get a bit crowded. Dammit.

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Oooh check out this cool fiesta hat.

DAMMIT---Beardo nudged my elbow.

Oooh check out the anticuchos.

DAMMIT---Girl in a tube top tripped on her beer.

Oooh this fried ravioli is so good.

DAMMIT---Quit pushing frat boy and wait your turn.

Oooh Maria's Tortillas are stove hot. 

DAMMIT---I waited an hour only to have a nun push and shove me?

Oooh watch your step in International Walkway. 

DAMMIT---Who brings kids to an adult party?

Oooh I love the chicken dance. 

DAMMIT---Can't we all just get along?

Oooh this fortune teller sez I will have great fortune. 

DAMMIT---Freakin' four eyes stop your drinking.

Oooh I've only had five beers.

DAMMIT---Mayor Castro wait your turn.

3.8 Stars out of 5

PS:  When I worked at a funeral home in the mid to late nineties, we would drive to the downtown sister funeral home and park there. Parking is attrocious near this event in La Villita so a Limo Driver would drop us off at the front gates and we would pretend we were VIP.  Later, if we were too drunk to drive home, the Limo Driver would pick us up and usher us safely home.  Now?  $15 parking takes a bite out of my beer budget.

Bonus:  the Chicken Dance.

PPS:  This parody review brought to you by the letter N.