Notes From the Class of '91-'97 Reunion

Even if you're not a long-time resident of Budapest - or have ever lived in our fair city - you may know that, for several years starting after the political changes, it featured a weekly publication by the name of Budapest Week. We say "publication" because it started off in newspaper form, and ended its useful life as something approaching a glossy magazine. We say "useful life" because Budapest Week still exists, though only as a name attached to a collection of putrid advertorial trash as unlike the original product as a nutty-sweet wheel of fine aged farmstead gouda is to a pump-vat full of pasteurized processed cheese food product that has been left to skin over and rot, except not as tasty. And this weekend we finally got to meet some of the people who cooked up the original, yummy version of BudWeek, many of whom flew into town from points around the globe for a gala 15th year anniversary party, having no idea it was going to be rudely crashed by a stoned and motor-mouthed, camera-wielding us.

But enough yakking! Here are a few shots from the party and after-party, just to demonstrate why so many continue to give such high marks to the first graduating class of BP expat editorial types, if only for knowing what to do with a dozen or so people and roughly the same number of bottles. Thanks to Stephen Spinder for taking over with the digcam when we started seeing double.