No work again today. No matter. I’m still looking up jobs on the
internet. I’m not planning on being a landscaper for the rest of my
life.
No, really.
I want to be a writer, didn’t you know?
While Amanda was off at work last night, I headed up to Bourbon Street
to meet up with my friends. The beer is ridiculously inexpensive over
there. $1.25 domestic bottles on Thursday evenings. We were sitting at
a table, drinking the aforementioned beer when a gentleman all decked
out in White Sox garb comes to our table. Small talk ensued until he
dropped a startling fact on us: He was the proud owner of eight World
Series tickets. He pulled them out of his wallet and showed them to us.
They were creased with folds, but it was unmistakable: eight grey
tickets to Comiskey Park (yes, I’m still railing against U.S. Cellular
buying out the name of the stadium) priced at $140 each.
Lucky bastard.
Speaking of those, there’s news of a winner of a $340 million lottery
prize ($110 million after taxes, but that’s still an obscene amount of
money) somewhere in Oregon. How do you even begin to spend that amount
of money short of giving it all away, considering you can easily live
off the interest if you stuffed it in an interest-earning savings
account? My best friend suggested buying an island. How’s this for a
pickup line? “Hey, would you like to hop in my private jet to my island
to my airport to my mansion into my hot tub?” Who wouldn’t be able to
resist that?
My other friend suggested paying the $20 million ticket to go to outer
space. I, personally, would travel everywhere. After my trips to Italy
and Jamaica, it really opened my eyes to the fact that there’s a world
outside of America. I firmly believe that to travel at least once
outside of the country is mandatory for everyone before they die.
There’s so much of the world to see and explore and learn about.
I would love to go to an opera in Syndey, swim in the Mediterranean, have
a picnic by the Champs-Elysses, explore the Great Pyramids, kneel by
Gethsemane, see a play in London’s West End, have some fish and chips
in Ireland, walk down the Great Wall, and much more. Not by myself, of
course. Taking in the world is meant to be shared with someone else.
If I end up doing these things, I’m definitely taking my pen and paper with.
WhiteLancer64 says:
an excellent goal. may we all be so obscenely rich so as to travel to all those places and more!
Earth_Alien_RV3 says:
that’s really cool. I think I would buy an oil refinery or two. Turn the prices DOWN a dollar or two!
Overwoman says:
I did my first opera in the Sydney Opera House. It was amazing. But that’s the only thing on your list that I’ve done. Your list made my list grow! Great ideas.
Overwoman says:
Some other stuff on my list: Take a ride on the Orient Express. Snorkel in Belize. A ride through Venice. African Safari. Easter Island. Climb Kilimanjaro. Sleep in a Native American village. See Lolani, the only royal palace in the US (Hawaii). Mount Rushmore. Helicopter landing on an Alaskan glacier. See a shuttle launch in Florida. Sleep at the bottom of Grand Canyon. Hang at a dude ranch. Sleep in a haunted house (again). Stay in a treehouse on Mount Rainier. Eco tour of Anasazi settlements in New Mexico. Stay at the St. Bernard Abbey. Dig for diamonds in the only active diamond mine in the US in Arkansas. Explore the Mammoth-Flint Cave system in Kentucky. Mississippi Riverboat ride. Swim with dolphins. See a Monarch butterfly migration. Maint a wall mural. Write a hit song. Man – it goes on and on.
cinderella9779 says:
besides your pen and paper you will need an assistant… All famous millionaire that are on the jet set scene have assistants. I would happily be yours.
Anonymous says:
I once opened a mason jar and let a butterfly go free. It had been carefully and lovingly raised from egg, to caterpillar, to beautiful adult. It flew away tentatively. It hung around in the trees and bushes all day, then it was gone in the moring. I hope a bird didn’t munch it!
The lottery made me happy — all that tax money!