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Why Budapest?????
Entered on: September 18, 2006 9:29 AM by BigFatty
Well, there are many reasons, but I think this one will speak to most of the JA crowd. This weekend is the Erotika conference - a 3 day event of Erotika topics and vendors. Tickets are $15 and there seems to be live shows with famous porno stars and plenty of naked chicks. Because you guys cannot be here, I convinced Melinda that I need to go for you guys. My plan is to go on Friday night. I will see if I can take photos! More info is on this site:

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From: Ross Entered on: September 18, 2006 8:44 PM
Come back with photos or don't come back at all!

From: BigFatty Entered on: September 20, 2006 8:30 AM
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.
From: Ross Entered on: September 20, 2006 10:15 AM
I thought you were in Budapest, not Thailand?

From: BigFatty Entered on: September 20, 2006 10:36 AM
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!
From: Jackzilla Entered on: September 20, 2006 11:06 AM
I bet you wish you had your Captain A costume now, Fats!
From: John Entered on: September 20, 2006 11:53 AM
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.
From: Ross Entered on: September 20, 2006 2:02 PM
Hahaha, good one Roche!
From: The Bone Entered on: September 20, 2006 3:32 PM

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? 

From: Ross Entered on: September 21, 2006 9:20 AM
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! 
From: The Bone Entered on: September 21, 2006 3:38 PM
I love that line.  It's not only classy but timeless.
From: BigFatty Entered on: September 25, 2006 9:45 AM

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. 

  Erotika 2006

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.


From: Jackzilla Entered on: September 25, 2006 1:27 PM
Yeah.. but... uh... I bet you didn't see a Power Girl!  So there!
From: John Entered on: September 27, 2006 12:09 PM
No Power Girl there but still pretty damn powerful if you ask me.

From: Crockett Entered on: September 27, 2006 11:21 PM
Power Girl? Isn't she the Supergirl from an alternate Earth?
From: BigFatty Entered on: October 24, 2006 11:30 AM

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….

From: BigFatty Entered on: October 24, 2006 11:33 AM

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!


From: John Entered on: October 24, 2006 1:20 PM
Sound like a pretty sweet time and yeah, I guess you're one of those guys.

From: Ross Entered on: October 25, 2006 6:30 PM
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.
From: Jackzilla Entered on: October 25, 2006 7:25 PM
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?  Smile
From: BigFatty Entered on: December 20, 2006 10:51 AM
Fatty is now a part of the computer age!  I am online with a 1 meg. cable connection.  Let the porn begin!
From: Crockett Entered on: December 20, 2006 11:28 AM
Gonna do some wack-tion?
From: BigFatty Entered on: December 22, 2006 11:34 AM

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! 

From: Ross Entered on: December 22, 2006 11:43 AM
She's shiny!

From: BigFatty Entered on: April 21, 2007 10:58 AM

I found this potential weekend activity:

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!!


From: Crockett Entered on: April 21, 2007 9:30 PM


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."


From: The Bone Entered on: April 22, 2007 11:41 AM

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. 

From: Ross Entered on: April 22, 2007 2:15 PM
I immediately shit upon it because going to that page resizes my entire browser window.  Fucking Hungarians get get anything right, can thye?

From: BigFatty Entered on: April 22, 2007 4:22 PM
LaughingLaughingLaughing Aren't we a happy group of campers! LaughingLaughingLaughing
From: BigFatty Entered on: April 22, 2007 5:14 PM
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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