My sister's husband's uncle (got that?) had a membership to Club 33. My sister knew I liked
Disneyland but didn't know the level of my fanaticism or my lifelong dream to visit club 33.
She went on a trip to DLR with his family. She came back and told me about the private club at Disneyland they had a lunch reservation for but they didn't feel like going and took a nap at the hotel instead.
I. Nearly. Died.
Once I relayed to them my dreams of visiting Club 33 (and had properly chastised them for brushing it off) they promised to get me on the list for my next trip to DLR.
Before that happened, my sister got a divorce and I narrowly missed my once-in-a-lifetime chance at Club 33.
Sigh.