Strangercrombie The Final Countdown
posted by December 14 at 12:34 PM
onThe grand total, as of this moment: $44,062 and rising.
You’ve got until 5 pm today—just four and a half more hours—to bid. And still, everything is goin’ cheap.
The bicycle + messenger bag + bike fitting with track racing champ Kenny Williams? $405.
The Neumo’s booking agent 101 package is a paltry $152.51. (Who knows? It might be your ticket to a job at the Crocodile… )
The dinner cooked for you and seven guests in your home by Renee Erickson of the Boat Street Cafe is just $530. (And check out these private dinners cooked by Ethan Stowell, Laurie Carter, and this champagne brunch by Robin Leventhal of Crave.)
The private performance by the deeply hilarious (and lewd) Sgt. Rigsby and His Amazing Silhouettes is just $102.50.
The Pizza Glutton? Undervalued.
Party crasher? Just $50.
The cover of The Stranger? Just over $1,000.
The VIP parties at Nectar, Neumo’s, the Sunset, etc. are still a collective steal.
There’s just too much—peruse the bargains here.
And the dramas:
Since the auction began, the private cello concert with Joshua Roman has been bid higher than the karaoke session with American Idol star Blake Lewis. Which was pleasantly surprising. (No offense, Blake.) As of this morning, Lewis (at $1,026) finally pulled ahead of Roman ($1,000), but their proxy war—pop versus haute—is still raging.
Slog commentors Fnarf and Mr. Poe, who were competing for the “gift of family planning,” have both been bid out of the running.
After the initial freak-out about the Chris Crocker package (his fans swamping our site, a specious $10,000 bid, and a bunch of commentors getting all peevish), the price for a private phone call with Chris has been bid to a respectable, but not insane, $255.
And some generous soul has bid this titillating tote bag, estimated to be worth $39, up to $50.
And, in the time it has taken to write this post, the total has jumped to $45,512. You all are saints. Saints!
Strangercrombie: Once a year, we do something good.
Comments
I'll bet Mr. Poe wants to bid on this sweater ...
I bet Poe is touching his penis right now.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Check again. Family Planning has a new leader.
Fnarf, even when I lose I win. You cannot beat me. I just beat you in checkers, and we didn't even play. You like that?
I thought you two were playing cards last night.
We did. And I won. Everything. Then I made him shove quarters up his nose.
I DO like it, Mr. Poe. I DO.
Now give me back the key to these handcuffs.
I shoved them up Ecce's butt. Have fun with that.
I guess I can just learn to live with them.
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