In what has to be one of the world's worst-kept secrets, there is actually a place in Disneyland where you can buy and consume alcohol.
I'll wait for the shock and awe to subside...
It's called Club 33, and it's not much of a secret if people have known about it for years. It's actually been there since the beginning, right in the New Orleans Square section of the park, accessible by a nondescript door with only the street number "33" on it. Those "in the know" can push an intercom switch, identify themselves, and walk right in.
The catch is that "identify yourself" part. You have to be a member to actually use the facility, and memberships are not cheap. The initiation fee for corporate members is $40,000, for individual members $27,000, and on top of that are the annual dues of $11,000. Why anyone would want to pay this is almost unfathomable. I can think of a lot better things to spend $27K, plus an annual hit of $11k, on than something like this.
Obviously these are people with more dollars than sense.
When I first learned of this secret club a number of years back, I made it a point to seek out the magic door in the Magic Kingdom. Sure enough, there it was, and while we loitering around outside a couple came up, pushed the button, said, "McMoneybags, party of two," and the door clicked. I wanted to follow them right in, but She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed held me back.
"We'll get in trouble," was her excuse.
Yeah, like that's scary. What are they going to do, kick us out of Disneyland? I'd wear that as a badge of honor. Put us in the Disneyland Jail (apparently that's a real thing) with Judge Doom and the Seven Dwarfs as prison guards? Torture by Pirate in the ground-floor-of-that-very-building's Pirates of the Caribbean "attraction" (they are not "rides", they are "attractions")?
Anyway, the moment passed, the door clicked shut again and I was left to wonder. But, it appears, that even if you do manage to weasel your way inside, all you'll see is a reception lobby. All of the action takes place on the second floor.
So I read with not a small amount of mirth a story in the LA Times, Disney alters perks for Club 33 members that the members of this exclusive club are being a bunch of little whiny-ass bitches over some changes in their membership perks.
Talk about an overblown sense of entitlement. Jesus, people, go out and feed the hungry, shelter the homeless and help the sick. Stop whining about how Disneyland is "unfair" to you.
I told you up front that I have too much time on my hands. This proves it.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Club 33 and the Entitled Whiners
Posted by Farnsworth68 at 12:07 AM
Labels: Disneyland, entitlement
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