Billion Dollar Dreaming

I rarely play the lottery, but when the Powerball gets up into the hundreds of millions of dollars, I like to get a ticket. As of this writing, it's at $40 million, which is about $18 million cash value, and that's just not worth my time and effort. I get a ticket for those bigger numbers because it's worth a dollar to spend the day planning what you'll do with that big pile of cash. Since Friday is a good day-dreaming day, here's my plan du jour: What I Would Do if I Won Eight-Hundred Million Dollars a friday day-dream by jami The very first thing I'd have to do would be something extravagant and ridiculous. I think I'd have an I Won the Powerball Party. It'd be a costume ball, with a nacho cheese fountain and a dark chocolate fountain. I'd have several costumes to change into during the evening, including Princess Leia (end of Ep 4, not the metal bikini), Belle, and whatever else caught my fancy. I'd probably rent or buy costumes for everyone, so they wouldn't have to scrape together home-made ones. There will be games, of course, with prizes. Games designed to amuse me, as I sit on my dais and observe. I'd fly in friends and family from all over the country and send limos to pick up everyone local. No one drives home, so this will be the biggest, longest, funnest, drunkest party ever. With the big party over, I'd move on to the nice things. I'd buy/pay off the houses of my siblings and sibling-in-laws. We'd all (and I mean ALL) go on good long vacation together. Each niece and nephew would get a college fund. Then I'd start helping friends, bestest friend M - I'd pay her tuition for her Masters, get her a new house (down the street from my new house, which I'd get right away) with satellite TV and high speed wireless. I'd probably get her a new car, maybe for her birthday or Christmas and give her enough cash that she could quit her job and concentrate on her Masters full time, because I know she'd get it regardless. I'd help PW get Douglas Manor in mint condition, and probably give her some cash to spend a year procreating and/or writing, though I'd demand an acknowledgement in the book and perhaps the middle-naming rights to the baby. I'd pay for Steph's adoption. I'd fly EDW in for a visit, and maybe pay for some DNA tests to see if we really were separated at birth. You get the idea. Then I'd do stuff for me. First, gotta get into better shape, so a trainer, a gym in the house, a personal chef who makes delicious foods that are still healthy. Then once I'm as hot as I know I can be - New Wardrobe; I'm going to get the designer from Firefly to dress me like Zoe, with a few Inara dresses for special occasions. I'd finally get the personal assistant I've always desired, who would also be trained in make-up and hair, since I hate doing that stuff. I adopt at least two more boys from Guatemala and get "Night Time Nannies" for each, so I get a good night sleep each night, and get to play with them all day. I'd get the gun metal grey, convertible Jag I lust after and probably a driver for when I don't feel like driving. My "care staff" would come once a week for manicure, pedicure, facial and massage. There'd be a TiVo in every room. Of course, I'd tithe to my church (though I might "suggest" they change the name to Jami's Presbyterian Church), support the causes I care about and that stuff. So there's my daydream for today. Don't hold me to it, it changes each time I get a Powerball ticket. Not this week, but when it happens, definitely a dollar's worth of fun.