I can't read the words, "Club 33" without feeling like a complete idiot.
A few years ago, a friend of mine was working at a firm in So. Cal. that had a corporate membership. She invited us to meet her there for dinner, but I declined because we were going to arrive that afternoon and we like to rest a bit. I had no idea what it was at the time.
Now that I know what it is, she doesn't work there anymore! We could have gotten into the park for free and gone to Club 33, and I said, no, we're going to rest up at Hojo's.
Poor me.