Like, a couple of weeks ago. I decided to go out on a Friday night and see a band. I got to the front door at the same time as the guitar player's wife and son, and we exchanged pleasantries. She told the bouncer that they were on the guest list, they entered, and left me to pay the $22 cover charge to get in.
Did I mention that she and her husband were in our wedding and Wingman was in theirs? Boom.