Weekly Thursday Evening Kansas City Estate and Consignment Auction

If you’ve ever dreamed of rummaging through the heart and soul of America’s consumer impulse and coming out the other side with a taxidermy moose head, a vintage disco ball, and a lawn chair that may or may not have belonged to Elvis, then Kansas City's Thursday Night Auction is your new holy ground.

Held weekly in a location that can only be described as “strategically chaotic,” this auction is less a shopping trip and more a spiritual pilgrimage—where the sacred meets the slightly unhinged and everything starts at a dollar, including your self-respect. Need a 12-foot inflatable Santa in May? A crate of expired canned corn? How about a slightly mysterious velvet painting of what might be Burt Reynolds—or a wolf? Don’t worry, Andrew’s got you. In fact, he’s got everything you need… and everything you definitely don’t.

It’s a place where impulse meets destiny, and every item has a story, even if it's just "someone found this behind a Waffle House." It's capitalism, performance art, and garage sale fever all rolled into one glorious Thursday night fever dream. But let’s be honest—you’re not coming for the bargains. You’re coming for the spectacle.

For Andrew, whose auctioneer rhythm is somewhere between an evangelical preacher and a caffeinated racetrack announcer. You’re coming for the crowd of regulars who’ve turned bidding wars into blood sport. You’re coming to walk in with five bucks and leave with a ceramic giraffe lamp, two slightly haunted dolls, and the nagging feeling you may now own a cursed object. Welcome to Kansas City's Thursday night auction . . . bring a truck—and possibly a priest.