The life of the (good-bye) party

You know that guy? Mr. life of the party? He's funny, drinks more than anyone else, and it's not really a party if he's not there? That guy was Rudy. But it seems that even Mr. life of the party gets tired of being that guy eventually, but no one will let you just retire from that role. You'll always be the party guy. So sometimes you have to pack up, move to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, and go back to school for a different career in order to retire your party hat. Which means one last party to say"Good-bye."

No good-bye party for Rudy would be complete without a PBR fountain

And, we had to make sure his dorm room had decorations

When we all met, there weren't any of these on the scene

(Big and Little S sizing up Big Dutch Guy and Big Dutch baby. Evidently while showing off Little S's Pabst swilling abilities.)

I guess some of us have traded our party hats for Ergo carriers, while others move to Couer d'Alene. But while none of us are as young as we used to be, I'd like to point out the party was on a Wednesday night! We can still party on school nights on occasion.

So Mr. life of the party-

Here's hoping you'll occasionally want to dust off that hat and wear it around Portland again.

CHEERS!