Yesterday was a quiet day for us here at Myrtle Beach. Mike slept in, I worked on Virgin, and then finally (!) made it onto the beach and into the ocean! The water was warm, not too rough, and though I only spent less than a half an hour getting tossed around by the waves, I wound up with a rather pink face, which shows up quite plainly in these photos of our yearly visit to Medieval Times. Mike's strange faces are due more to his bizarre sense of humor than any environmental effects.
We were cheering for the Yellow Knight, who was the hero of the battle.
The show was fun, the food was delicious, but the best part is getting pictures and autographs from the knights after the show. Once you've seen the show a few times, there aren't many surprises, but the fact that the guys remember me keeps me going back.
I made an impression on them several years ago when I downloaded a group picture of them off the internet and took it with me to the show to get it signed by all the knights. Apparently, no one had ever done that before, and since my favorite knight, Jim, had more than one picture to sign, he didn't forget me.
Unfortunately, according to Mark,
who not only recognized me but hugged me (sorry, no picture of that, but beware of enthusiastic hugs from men wearing armor!), Jim is at the Toronto castle for the summer, and will probably be shipped off somewhere else after that. The last time he got bounced around from castle to castle was when they were revamping the show and it was his job to train all the knights, so I'm guessing something similar is in the works. :-( That's what I get for choosing the best knight, rather than the cutest, to be my favorite.
If you've ever looked at my website, you'll have seen a picture of Jim because he was the inspiration for Cat, the hero of Slave. However, Mark,
and three newer guys whom I'd never met before but are nonetheless darn cute,
would all make great heroes in their own right.
Ah, the inspiration is beginning already. Guess I'd better get busy and write something. . . .