Today’s lotto drawing is apparently up to $640 Million. This is funny because we as a society get really excited about $500 Million but not $200 Million — chump change, really. But I really do enjoy the collective excitement. The crackle in the air when it gets discussed. I like being a “new” lotto ticket buyer. I like thinking about all the people just like me who have their little tickets tucked safely away in their purses or pockets or paperback who have allowed themselves just a few moments to dream.
I read a quote by one gentleman who described it as cheap entertainment — a license to daydream for a few days. As a writer, I daydream quite a bit (it’s one of my best skills), but I don’t daydream much for myself anymore. So I thought I’d join in. If the lotto ticket in my little red purse is the winner, here’s what I’d do:
- Procure and imbibe a large amount of champagne (Krug)
- Re-hire the house cleaners
- Get a lawyer and a financial advisor
- Pick a pen name so that I could keep writing
- Buy house with big windows, maybe a water view and an office for both of us. And that elusive “one more room” that everyone needs.
- Buy Adam a Lambo or a new Vette
- Buy self a restored Lotus Esprit Turbo or Alpha Brera
- Travel to Germany at least twice a year
- Spend more time in LA and Napa/Sonoma
- Buy spare house in Montana
- Be a philanthropist — try to get on some boards. I haven’t been on a board since college. I want to be on a board.
- Overhaul wardrobe, buy more shoes
- Get one of those walk in glamour closets with a club chair or some such nonsense.
There isn’t much more I would change. Of course I would make sure our families were secured for the future, etc. But in our own lives, there’s really not much more that I would change with more money. If I could I’d throw the whole wad to get rid of Pop’s lung cancer, but it doesn’t work that way. I really couldn’t be much happier.