Last Thursday Anah and I went to a fundraiser for the EIS pre-school. Normally such high-fluting event are not our scene, but it didn't cost that much and we were told there would be food and booze. Count us in.

Social butterflies we are.
The fundraiser was the second year the pre-school had held an auction to raise money for new playground equipment. Various parents put up goods for sale and teachers also auctioned off various services like swim lessons, cooking classes, overnight babysitting, and slumber parties at the school. A creative event.
Attendance was sparse. There are not a ton of kids in the pre-school so the community of support is relatively small, but that would play to our advantage. To my surprise there were a number of soccer-related prizes I quickly found out were up for grabs (besides the soccer camp for me and 10 friends, of course).
In the far corner of the hotel ballroom (big-time scene, people) was what was listed as the "Honduras #1 Fan" package. While I didn't think I'd even qualify to be in the top 1 million for Honduras fans I was none-the-less interested in acquiring this soccer souvenir. The fan pack consisted of a Honduras flag, ball, horn, hat, and the crem-de-la-crem... a national team jersey signed by the entire team. Danny wanty.
Going up against the moneyed elite of the school was going to be a daunting task. Luckily the first phase of the auction night was a "silent" auction, which was a bit ironic given that all of the bids were public and right in front of the items. Needless to say (I think I write that a lot and then proceed to say something... no?) I camped out by the prize pack.
With five minutes to go in the silent auction the low attendance was playing out in my favor. I had the top bid without breaking the bank when another Gringo scrawled his name on the bid sheet. I quick tagged my name another time only for the other gentleman to scribble another bid. I knew if I went higher I would certainly be outbid or, if I did win, would be in trouble for the amount I wrote.
I decided to channel my inner-Mitchell Wiersema, FedEx Global Sales Executive, and negotiate. A brief conversation convened where I was to learn the gent was not that big of a soccer fan, but his wife was pushing to buy loads of stuff (and they would throughout the night). With seconds left in the auction I convinced him to not bid anymore and in another moment of quick thinking offered him another, autograph-less jersey I was winning in exchange for withdrawing his top bid, saving me dozens of dollars in prize package costs. The night was mine!

Victory is mine!
I was now the proud owner of a bunch of Honduras junk, but one, precious autographed national team jersey. Without a doubt I wore that to school the next day and was the envy of many students.

- Dan