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May 20, 2013 / Andee Frizzell

Been There

her2After having spent an incredible weekend in Trois Riveries, surrounded by fans, who have become more like friends then fans and reading the lovely Patricia’s comment on my last post, I thought this story was fitting!

This story’s beginning takes place many years ago when I lived without a TV of my own. I had a favourite set of shows, Xena, Warrior Princess and Hercules; the latter, combining my two most favourite things, Greek Mythology and tall men. The shows ran back to back on Sunday nights.

As I was sans a television, I would trek down to the electronics section of my local department store where there were 20 TV’s and a Lazy Boy leather recliner. Included on the electronics floor were the microwaves, another appliance I lived without, so I would pop a bag of popcorn, curl up in the chair and watch ‘My Stories.’ The staff quickly got to know me and even started letting me have pizza delivered.

I migrated to Vancouver a short while later and found myself at a BYOB BBQ, (bring your own booze barbeque). I was dating an actor at the time and we were invited to his childhood friends’ home for a family style cook-out in the backyard.

I met Gordon Woolvett and his beautiful wife Michele. They had just moved back to Vancouver from LA as Gordy had landed a leading role in a new TV series. We were talking about the show when Gordy mentioned his fellow actor and friend Kevin and his wife would be joining us.

My white wine spritzer was down to only ice cubes so I headed into the darken kitchen for a refill when I walked straight into…..Hercules. OMG! Hercules was standing right in front of me! HERCULES!!!

My mouth hung open like I was in mid-scream and my eyes were like saucers. Luckily for me, Kevin Sorbo thought it was the near head on collision with the bowl of potato salad he was carrying that had struck me dumb.

I spent the rest of the BBQ trying not to let the word Hercules accidently escape into my sentences.

“Could you pass the salad, Hercules?” “Can you open this jar of pickles, Hercules?”

Without a doubt, this was the one and only time in my life, I was near speechless.

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  1. arcticgoddess / May 21 2013 9:20 pm

    Yeah, I can see how Hercules would have that affect on you. Pity he was married. You would have been a stunning couple. Cliff, as in Cliff Simon, the hottest South African man I know, is well aware that he had me speechless. Fortunately for me, he has far too much class to tease me about it.

  2. Slam / May 27 2013 5:27 pm

    I had speculated that you could only be rendered silent (and still conscious) by swaping your lips gloss with crazy glue.

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