One of the tough things about moving is that I need to find a new watering hole. Back in Ohio, I had several. I took my cousin out drinking one night, and we went to three different places. He was amazed that each place had a sexy female bartender who knew me, and knew what I was drinking. The usual greeting was "Hey Steve.. What'll your friend have?" Actually, he was mostly amazed because I had only been in town a month. He's lived there most of his life.

Well, that is all over with now, and I need to start from scratch. I've got to find a few local bars (hopefully within walking distance) to start patronizing. Otherwise my liver might dry out.

It's too bad that I live in Fairfax County, though. Although I don't live anywhere near Reston or Herndon, it was still the Fairfax Police that started cracking down on the dangerous activity of drinking and sitting. Back in January, they started arresting people right at the bar, regardless of whether or not they had a sober ride home. It kind of makes having a designated driver a pointless act of futilty.

I haven't heard too much about their Gestapo-like tactics lately, but I'll always be looking over my shoulder to make sure I don't have to spend a night in the pokey.