Ivan of the Deep South!
I live in Pennsylvania, and Mr. Dudynsky lives... well, somewhere to the West of PA, therefore I don't expect to run into him on some daily errand, say at the local ice cream parlor. And as I neither expect him to visit rural Pennsylvania, nor plan to take in the sights in his neck of the woods, I don't expect to meet up with him at all any time soon. Spying a look alike is the best I can hope for, but even that was far from my mind when I accompanied my family to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Less so when I joined them in going to a Medieval Times there. Yes, there are Medieval Times closer to PA (notably in Jersey) but this was a treat just for vacation. I was in a very good mood, submitting to wearing a blue cardboard crown without too much embarrassment (though it really didn't go with my lavendar Buffy the Vampire Slayer tank top, so I bought a purple crown made of other stuff to wear, too.) All in all, I'd put my usual cynicism aside in favor of having some fun. I didn't expect to see any cute guys (the knights all wear face obscuring styrofoam armor, but being a horselover I looked forward to watching the knights' steeds during the joust. To boot, the brochure promised Andalusions, too! It was a surprise, however, to find that the trumpeteer was incredibly good looking.
Picture, if you will, Ivan with his blond locks tousled forwad. Picture him wearing a tunic of red and blue and sporting red tights. Yes, tights. Hey, who wouldn't want to see Ivan in tights? (Can't you just see him in those two tone ones from the 70s version of Romeo and Juliet? But I digress.)
Anyway, this guy followed the announcer around before dinner and stood on the left side of the "duke" during the show. At this point I hadn't yet been close enough to discover just how good looking this trumpeteer was, nor that he really resembled Ivan in anything more than hair color. However, after the show (during which our knight died, which frankly was okay because it meant that the red knight, who was very good looking [as it turns out] though he did not resemble anyone from Newsies, won.) Let me try that again. I did spy this interesting specimen after (as I was waiting for other members of our group to finish in the Lords' and Ladies' Rooms.) He was leaning against the wall, looking disconsolate and keeping people who hadn't paid from going into the dungeon. The best part of all this? He wore sneakers. Very authentic to the middle ages, I'm certain. (Probably just about as authentic as the disco music loudly playing after the show.)
So, Dutchy has a doppleganger a' way down South in Dixie. But can he dance?
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