It’s called a “reverse auction.” And this one features not just tickets to the Eagles at the AAC, but dinner at 9INE, VIP access to Ghost Bar, and a stay at the W.
Here’s how it works: you pay $1 to bid. The lowest unduplicated bid wins. If you bid 1 cent, and someone else also bids 1 cent, you lose. Rather than make money from one large winning bid, the auctioneers make money on the volume of bids.
The auction ends tonight at midnight.
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9INE? VIP access to GhostBar? Stay at the W?
Fingers crossed they’ll throw in an Ed Hardy gift bag!!!!
I assume this includes complementary valet parking for my Maserati. It does 185, you know?
i would pay $3.15 to avoid going to see the eagles
maserati? obviously you drive a leased 3 series bimmer
Actually, I lost my license (due to a few too many DUIs driving home from Primo’s) so now I don’t drive.
It won’t be my Maserati out there. She’s in the Maserati Trauma Center. She got an ow-ie.
http://frontburner.dmagazine.com/2008/09/03/stacey-dorfman-kivowitz-has-a-no-good-terrible-day/#comments
Like Vince Young, I’m giving up. Expect an announcement from my mom about it later today.
A stay at the W? I don’t know … I have a tendency to tear out the walls…
(Thought I’d chime in too)
Bless you, my child.
You would think at the end of the night, you would just go home to your mansion. I’ve never been there but they tell me it’s nice.
It is quite nice. I usually take the limo home (due to my previously mentioned suspended license), and I make sure to lock the doors in case I’m attacked.
Splee-dinky-dink-DINK!
Splee-dinky-dink-DINK!DINK!DINK!
Splee-dinky-dink-DINK!
Splee-dinky-dink-diiiiing
(chuck-a-chuckie-chuck)
Just doing my part for the group. And not calling anyone names while I’m at it.
Now that’s good citizenship. Now that’s Daniel (TM)
By the way, shouldn’t you be the poor man’s Joe Walsh?
I thought a “reverse auction” was the one where the auction turns around and faces the footboard.
Good thinking on locking the doors. Just remember, last call at Ghostbar is at 2am. But you can always throw a party in that suite at the W you won. Who doesn’t love a good after-hours party? I go to parties, hell sometimes until 4!
How exactly does one go about paying the dollar for the bid?
I’m a little naïve on such things, as normally I have accountants pay for it all.
I was implying that Joe Walsh is a Poor Man’s Don Henley. I guess that wasn’t very kind of me. I mean, it is hard to handle this fortune and fame … everybody’s like, so different. Yet I feel as though I haven’t changed.
I say you’re crazy. But it takes all your time.
It’s hard to leave a comment thread when you can’t find the door.
The sound of my own wheels drives me crazy.
Ok. I’m off like a prom dress. My fans can’t wait for me to make some more records. They write me letters weekly telling me so. Well, that and that I’m so great.
Mirrors on the ceiling,
And pictures of Jim RIce……
This gimmick has probably been exhausted.
But yet I keep going. I guess I’ll never know why….
“But yet I keep going. I guess I’ll never know why….”
Because life’s been good to you so far?
Wow. This is what you people are doing with our bandwidth? Is this your way of protesting the no-name-calling request?
We are all just visitors here, of our own device.
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Bandwidth? We don’t need no stinkin’ bandwidth.
Tim, are you saying that this is just Wasted Time?
Man … I keep thinking it’s going to get old, but it never does.
Tim = Victim of Love
I might be incorrect, but, then again, I don’t believe that I am.
I’m ashamed of all of you. Now you’ll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.
“D” the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry