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NEWS 373 - 29 Comments
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Come back with photos or don't come back at all!
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Ah - there is nothing like the smell of teargas in the air to lull you to sleep..... I am surviving the riots so far. They are somewhat near where I live. I can't really smell the teargas, but I can definately hear them shooting it and the crowd's voices. Its maybe a quarter mile away. At night its the hooligan show, leading to non-stop police sirens at night. I'm watching the goings-on from the safety of my TV. There is usually a live broadcast. With the window open, its kinda fun to hear the noise on my TV and from the outside. I expect more wanton violence tonight. I hope they don't cancel the Nudy Convention - ahem - conference.
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I thought you were in Budapest, not Thailand?
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Thailand has done the changing of leadership the proper way - with pure military force. A bloodless coup. Why worry about pesky elections where people choose the government they want when you can have a military that takes things over at will. The Hungarian riots happened first (I think) but it is a slower, bloodier movement with ordinary people trying to express their wishes for government. I have to watch my way home tonight from grocery shopping so I don't end up trampled by a police horse. They are starting to gear up for another fun filled night. Part of me would love to run the streets dressed in an Austin Powers, Union Jack speedo and a Union Jack cape. Making Love Baby not War!
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I bet you wish you had your Captain A costume now, Fats!
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Sound a lot safer than Michigan in the winter, good thing you got out
of here in time. I think the Captain A costume would incite an
asswhopping and the Union Jack speedo an assraping.
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Hahaha, good one Roche!
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I'm fucking jealous. That's the kind of setting that makes for real adventure. Down a pint of Jack Daniels and get your ass out there and run amok. Pretty sure you can hook up with a hot slut that will fuck you in hopes for a better life.
Keep us updated. By the way, can I have your house if you get killed?
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Who owes who money here? I'm sure that some of us must have placed bets as to how long it would take Bone to come up with another "Fucking in hopes of a better life" comment once Fatty got to Budapest!
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I love that line. It's not only classy but timeless.
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Friday, I went to the Erotika Conference. It was not a huge deal. There was a big stage show with acts playing 40 minutes out our every hour - which they when full nude.
 
Plus there where big screens and camera men that zoomed in on the action for close up action. This was a nice touch, especially when a girl on girl show begged the question - is she really doing that??? Oh yeah, the big screen showed that in unquestionable detail.
There was another Full Porno show for an additional $15 more. I opted out of that. It was just a dildo show in a tiny, cramped room that made the red barn look like a palace.
There where also cuties walking around topless wearing only body paint and smiles.
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Yeah.. but... uh... I bet you didn't see a Power Girl! So there!
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No Power Girl there but still pretty damn powerful if you ask me.
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Power Girl? Isn't she the Supergirl from an alternate Earth?
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Sorry it has been a while, but things where a tad busy these
last few weeks. Here is an ever popular
Fatty Update. Ross, could you update the Fatty Photo Album with with text editor updates so I can add photos in the comments like on the main site?
First off – I am now married… at least in the eyes of the
Catholic Church. We still have to go
through the state ceremony to make it all official. That paperwork is currently in the bureaucratic
pipeline. There were about 80-100 people
crammed into the small chapel in the hills of Buda.
I was represented by my brother and his
family, plus some of my European friends.
It was a nice (and short – 30 min) ceremony with plenty of Hungarian
Catholic traditions. But, nothing weird
and crazy to report. All the ladies
loved the Priest and were disappointed he did not show up to the
reception. He could have renounced his
vows and gotten laid for sure! One cool
thing was I got to recycle the $99 used tux I bought years ago, but I forgot
the vest. Ross, you may be pleased to
know that I wore the tie you gave me at your wedding.
During the wedding, Melinda and I were pretty nervous and all
the pics of the ceremony show us with sans smiles. The pre-wedding photos came out well
(suitable for framing!) and I hope to get those to the JA peeps soon.
The reception went real well and everyone had a great
time. We did not get back to the room until
4 AM. It was free beer and wine the
whole night, plus we had plenty of hard stuff on hand. Everyone was pretty shnonckerd. The music was Hungarian Wedding Music and yes
it is as bad as you would imagine – we had a live 2 person band. There were a few more Hungarian wedding
traditions I learned, the worst of which was all the Hungarian men I had to
kiss. I never kissed so many men in my
life (Which of course pains me to say because it indicates I’ve kissed men
before). But it was all on the cheek and
I didn’t inhale! I did introduce the
American tradition of removing the garter and tossing it to the men. They really liked that. I am mad that I did not prepare ahead of time
and pulled the old giant granny panty removal gag. That would have brought the house down!
The food was great and way too much! We had snacks, a 3 course dinner, more
snacks, 10 cakes, and a second dinner after midnight. All the guests brought home a goodie bag of
cakes (per tradition) that Melinda’s mom had made during the week.
Then came the honeymoon….
We went to Northeast Hungary to the
Bükk mountains. There we stayed in the
little resort town of Lillifüred. Our hotel was the amazing Palace Hotel
sitting right on a lake with a beautiful views, nestled right in the mountains.
The fall colors were cool, but not even close
to Michigan’s
grandeur. The weather was perfect. But the weather has been perfect ever since I
came here. Each day has been sunny and
mild, no rain. It was very relaxing at
the hotel and we did a lot of hiking, checked out some caves in the area, rode
around on the little mountain railroad, checked out an old castle where we
minted out own coins,
and ate like kings at the hotel’s restaurant. At night there was nothing to do in the small
resort town but spent a few hours in the Jacuzzi and sauna to relax. It was all very nice and I think we are going
to go back next year to visit the area again.
It is real beautiful. That is it
in a nutshell. I can expand on any of
this at your requests….
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Just to make this thread longer.... here is another story. You know you like Fatty on broadband!
One of my buddies here had his American cousin come for a
visit. I got to hang out with him a few
times, showing the guy from NYC around Budapest
– since I got nothing to do. My buddy,
Gael is really into wine, so he organized a trip to one of the better wine regions
in Hungary. If you don’t already know this, Hungary has a very strong wine culture with a
long history making wines – like France. Wine making fell out of sorts during the
communist years, but the country is back to making some great wines. The three of us took the train to Pecs to stay the
night. Gael has a girlfriend there –
another reason for him picking the region.
We then took a late morning train to Villan, a small wine making town
known for its quality wines.
Yes, I realize this smacks of Sideways, and I did feel like
the dumb actor guy who did not know anything of wine. Anyway, the whole day was kind of crazy. We got the train schedule off the internet
that morning. It soon dawned on us that
we only had 15 minutes to catch the train that was leaving across town. Much to my delight, we ran there, just
catching the train. Yes, but this time
it was a short and sweaty train ride.
When we got to Villan, the train station was about a 10 minute run from
town (foreshadowing). We got our bearings,
checked my guidebook, and decided to get lunch at the best restaurant in town –
the Oporto. It actually was really good, and I think I
had some chicken that rivaled the Sock Restaurant’s in Spain. I will be going back to see if it was a fluke
or not. Gael went for the wine list
which had wines from different vineyards in the region. After going through the list, he picked one
from the back of the extensive selection.
We were there off season and during the middle of the
week. The restaurant was empty besides
us and a strange old guy in the corner.
We had remarked on him because he was drinking coke – why drink coke in
a fancy restaurant in a town known for its wine? Well the waiter brings the bottle out and
this older wine starts talking to us from across the room in Hungarian. (Nobody speaks English in this town, just
Hungarian and German – it was settled by Germans). Luckily Gael (who is French) speaks enough
Hungarian to communicate slightly. What
is this guy saying we ask him? Well, I
think he is saying that he can tell us all about the wine we are about to
drink? How can he do that, he is
drinking frickin Coke! Gael politely
says he doesn’t speak much Hungarian.
Then the waiter starts to tell us something about the guy or the wine –
that he made it and it won some awards (it should, it was pricey) – but it was
none to clear to Gael. Anyway, the guy
soon left and we found the bottle to be very good. So good we decided to find the vineyard and
buy some more. We made our plan of
attack to what vineyards we would hit.
The most famous one of the region, Bock, was a disappointment. You had to pay for the tasting and the wines
were overpriced for the quality. We went
in search of the wine we had in the restaurant.
Mr. NYC had looked at the map of the town once, and somehow knew where
everything was. He took us to some of
the other vineyards we wanted to try, but they were closed until the
weekend. He then took us up into this
neighborhood to this house which we though was the family that made the wine
from the restaurant. Don’t ask how or
why we made it there, but they did have the name on their home. Of course, they didn’t do tastings there, and
they didn’t make the wine we liked. She
pointed over to a neighbor’s house and indicated he made it. Well, we were not going to start knocking on
more houses, so we went of in search of one last place to try. After being misdirected by a Hungarian that
didn’t know shit, Mr. NYC took over again without the map, and next thing we
knew, we were looking at two vineyard’s we wanted to try. One of them sported the logo from the bottle
at the restaurant! Well, they were
closed. Gael started talking to a lady
that was doing some work in the warehouse, she got on the phone and after a few
minutes she motioned us to follow her.
She opened up the tasting room and started pouring us – free of
charge. She gave us some English
brochures to follow along. It was a very
impressive vineyard with many awards. On
the back was a photo of the owner – yep the guy in the restaurant. We start cracking up. Gael tells the lady we saw him in the
restaurant and a few minutes later, he walks in to meet us. He shoos the lady off and goes into the back
room. The lady had been serving us the
good, but cheaper wines. Mr. Coke
brought out his premium and most expensive bottles and opened them for us. What can I say, it was pretty sweet. His shit was good too. It turned out that this guy was named Wine
Producer of the Year a few years back.
Well, it must have been all the wine I had sampled – I didn’t spit, but
I ended up buying some of his most expensive bottles (after I sampled them of
course). He advised me to let them age
in the bottle for some time and they will improve – 5 to 10 years. Shit, now I am one of those guys?
Well, with all our fun, we noticed that time slipped more
than we wanted. The day was made even
more enjoyable with our sprint across town and to the train station. We just made the train again for another
sweaty ride. It is too bad, because if
we missed the train, we could have spent the night in Villan and had the
chicken for dinner again!
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Sound like a pretty sweet time and yeah, I guess you're one of those guys.
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Good updates, Fats! The Fatty Photo page has the new editor on it now, hopefully I didn't fornicate anything by adding it, it's largely untested.
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Thanks for the update Fatty! Reading through your adventures I can sense a certain bit of sadness in your heart... you miss Heroclix at B.C. Pizza, don't you? 
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Fatty is now a part of the computer age! I am online with a 1 meg. cable connection. Let the porn begin!
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Gonna do some wack-tion?
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I will see plenty of wacktion with my new setup. You just can't jump into full wacktion or you'll risk chaffing, so I am going in gradually.
If you are still needing reasons to visit me in Budapest, well, there are plenty of these walking around....
Nuff said!
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She's shiny!
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I found this potential weekend activity:
http://www.tank.hu/start_en.htm
It seemed expensive at first, but then jet skis are like $100 a half hour some guy told me (From Michigan). $300 to drive a tank around for an hour seems very reasonable. I have a funny feeling that Fatty will be in a tank this summer!
I hope they make you a nice certificate suitable for framing!!
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Fatty,
While looking back through this thread, I saw this gentleman in a picture from your wedding ceremony:
I hope that that was not your father-in-law. He's not looking too pleased. "Stupid American marrying my little girl."
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Unless you can fire rounds into buildings, it looks boring. You are driving a slow, loud hunk of shit around the mud.
My reccomendation, take your $300 and spend it on girls at a bar. That's seems more fun to me.
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I immediately shit upon it because going to that page resizes my entire browser window. Fucking Hungarians get get anything right, can thye?
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 Aren't we a happy group of campers!
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I will be out of town for 2 weeks traveling for work (Amsterdam and Zurich) and will have limited access to emails and JA. I'll be back for a week before we head to the USA. If you need to get a hold of me... best contact Ross - he has my work email.... Jack might too.
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