Well, The Silver Fox made his final trip to Chico yesterday.

I was hoping he’d stay another night–Saturday night is always the best party night in Chico. We would have gone to LaSalle’s. But, as my father is quite fond of saying, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do. The Silver Fox left not too long ago.

He showed up around 6:30pm yesterday. We drank beer out of the ice-cold icechest and BBQ’ed some tri-tip. We left my house around 9:30pm and went straight to the U bar. A few pitchers of beer later we stumbled over to Duffy’s, where we spent the rest of the night. We never made it to Joe’s.

Back at my apartment we drank the rest of the beer and had a dip of Copenhagen. We played some old-school country tunes and stayed up until 4am or so. I don’t remember much after that.

Around noon I cracked open a crusty eye and got out of bed. The Silver Fox was rushing to get ready to leave.  He had to get going. I wanted him to stay, but I understood that he had to leave. As The Silver Fox pulled out of the parking lot and drove away I couldn’t help but think to myself, “…the end of an era…”

So we didn’t do anything too crazy. At least we blacked out though, that has to count for something, right?