Walking into a bar, the atmosphere was vibrant with colourful guests and the smell of beer.
It was October 2004 and, dressed in a witch costume, I was keen to celebrate Halloween with my mum, Pat, and friends Hanni and Gab.
On stage was a best dressed contest – a line of tipsy cowgirls and vampires.
Who’s that? I wondered, eyeing a handsome man dressed as the fictional character, Captain Jack Sparrow, from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.
