Zorba, aRRyana and I
Ever since I was a boy, I have enjoyed going to special theatrical events. One of the few things I enjoy more than going to an event is taking someone with me, and I enjoy doing this as part of a surprise even more.
In January 1983, Anthony Quinn was playing the titular lead in Zorba the Greek at the Golden Gate Theater in San Francisco. As part of the promotion for this event, a local radio station was holding an on-air contest. if one of their listeners called in and told the announcer Anthony Quinn's country of birth, you would win two tickets to opening night at the Golden Gate Theatre.
I was returning home from my parent's home in Mountain View. Multiple callers were calling in with the wrong answers, so I decided to try my luck by placing a call to the station. I won a pair of tickets which included backstage passes to meet with Mister Quinn, autographed playbills, and musical albums.
One of the advantages of the relationship I had with Susan was that she was a submissive partner. with only six hours and Showtime, I told her to dress up for an evening out. We drove to the wharf and had dinner at Sinbad's restaurant. While having dinner, Tommy, one of the restaurant's owners, called and arranged a limo to pick us up at the restaurant. Sitting in the back of the limo, I instructed her to be silent and told her how I wanted her to sit. In aRRyana's mind, she foresaw playing out O's trip to Roissy, or worse.
None of the above.
We thoroughly enjoyed the show, the limo ride back to Sinbad's for a glass of wine and tapas, and so I could retrieve my car.
On the way home, I ordered her not to speak of our outing to anyone for 72 hours. She spent the next three days floating around the building, wanting to tell someone about the evening but bound to silence.
After all, sadism is not just whips and chains.
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