When I first saw her, she was dancing on stage. It was her flashing legs and infectious smile which caught my eye. There was a long, low stage in the bar and she was the principle entertainment that afternoon. To say she was attractive would be an understatement. She was simply gorgeous and still is. I did not know anything about her, of course, but I immediately wanted to.

The pub was already pretty full at the time, so I took a seat at the bar. There was a low haze of cigarette smoke, which was to be expected. It was unpleasant, but worth enduring to see her dancing her heart out. Most of the patrons were watching her as well. They seemed to be a mixture of locals and tourists. The later I could spot a mile away. I've traveled enough in my career to know what a tourist looks like. They are the clueless ones, that just don't fit in. I always like to think that I break that stereotype to some extent.

Anyway, back to the story. She, much to my disappointment, called for a break. I figured I would stick around to see the second half of her show. I even though about photographing it, if she would allow it. I was sure that a photo of her, with her red skirt twirly around her thighs and her infectious energy, would work well in my photo study of Newfoundland. Besides which, i had not yet had lunch and was starving. The barman was busy, so I waited patiently for a waitress. i could tell it might be a bit of a wait with the dense crowd in the pub.

it always amazes me how people can drink in the middle of the afternoon. i am not much of a drinker myself, since I do not like losing control of my faculties. I had an embarrassing incident in university, which I am not going to relate, and ever since I have limited my intake. Still, the crowds were drinking, though it appeared to be mostly mixed drinks and beer, not hard liquor.