It was a Friday night in Alexandria. September 30, 1994. Bill Clinton was President and Heath Shuler was a rookie quarterback for the Redskins. I had just graduated from UVA Law, taken the Bar Exam and started a new job.
Life as a single guy was awesome.
I was hanging out with my buddies at our row house on King Street watching television. My club had a rugby match the next day in Philadelphia, and I was just killing time. It was a perfect fall night.
For no particular reason, we left the house at 9 pm to have a drink at “GW’s,” a country and western bar on the next block. I ordered a Budweiser, leaned against the bar and studied the array of belt buckles, hats and boots that filled up the dance floor.
A few minutes later, I saw a beautiful girl across the room … and my life was never the same! Thank you, Sharon Kim Petersen, for being THAT GIRL.
Which just proves — you can never spend enough time in bars.