Just imagine, you could eat a dinner “scheduled at your convenience on a Monday between February and June 2010, in Manhattan” with Malcolm Gladwell, the priest from Footloose, and that blessed lady who wrote all those romantic comedies we aren’t ashamed to admit we love.

The whole shebang will only set you back $200,000 dollars.

And listen, we won’t fault you if you got the cash, it’s totally fine.  Just make sure you include the stipulation that the freakshow needs to be recorded.