What a strange place to find a wonderful spirit

Very twentyish. Brown corduroy hat, apple green jacket, white pants, white shirt. sweet lovely face. due to the ultraviolet lighting at the orange, it is difficult to accurately ascertain her actual eye colour, but it came off as a deep, deep, blue-green, almost dark jade-like. pretty face and lovely locks. She was drunk with her friend who was visiting from ... Grand Forks? and was keeping him company. She and I talked while he was away. Apparently not with anyone but was with her friend and at the orange. An odd place but just as good a place as any to get drunk I suppose, if that's what you want. Danielle. She was great fun to talk to. She'd worked as a nanny but was now unemployed. As usual, I encouraged her to travel. I waved her goodbye very forlornly and she pointed at me goodbye. She kept saying "dude". I loved every bit of her company and one of those moments that, while you couldn't ever replicate, will stay with you for ages and I doubt very much that I will see her again. Much like the girl that glanced back at me from under her broken umbrella , as we crossed the street in opposite directions in the village (in New York) and smiled. Danielle will remain in my memory for a while I think and is someone I would dearly have liked to have talk to more. Oh well. Like Ned Kelly said, "such is life".

Damn and blast.