$110

That's how much I'm worth. Or, as my friend and classmate Hadley Erskine observed after carefully tracking the bidding patterns at last night's bachelor auction for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, that's what I'm worth if you're also giving me credit for the public's desire to donate to a good charity while drunk.

I was a little nervous when bidding stagnated at $70. But putting on the bandanna earned an extra $20, and taking my shirt off $20 more. According to Hadley's calculation, "as a person," I was worth about $30. It is probably a good thing that I didn't have the emcee mention this blog or give anyone my "business" card.

EDIT: For some reason (perhaps because I was still holding onto a shred of dignity), I forgot to mention the woman who came up to me, pointed at my PILF (Public Interest Law Fund) shirt and asked, "Does that stand for 'Person I'd Like to F*ck?'"

Naturally, I replied, "That depends how much money you've got on you."