A house. I rent, and fantasize daily about owning my own home, with a yard large enough for a garden, a basement for canning and growing stuff indoors in the winter and doing crafts, near enough to work that I could walk or bike (or near to a light-rail station, since there’s one right at the school).
If I won the lottery (although as I tell people, I always win by not playing), or better had I asked Sergei to let me know if he ever started a company to exploit his idea for a great new search engine–I am not kidding–the only change I would make in my life style would be that whenever I flew I would go first class.
Had I been a founder of Google, then I would want a private jet.
A stem cell transplant for my wife.
A big old beach house by the ocean. Maybe a Queen Anne style, all white and sky blue with with a turret, gingerbread carving, a fabulous antique weathervane, stained glass windows, wide wraparound porch with rocking chairs and huge pots of non-stop begonias, geraniums, fuschia. White curtains, wood floors, fireplaces, books. A cliche, I suppose, but I once spent happy summers in such a house. Oh, I’d have a big old grill and every weekend all my friends would come over for grilled seafood and steak, with bushels of fruits and veggies I’d bought just that morning at the farmer’s market. We’d spend happy evenings on the enormous screened in porch, gathered around an outdoor fireplace. A glass of Pinot Grigio? Perhaps a Sam Adams Oatmeal Stout? Grey Goose on the rocks with a twist? Thanks, don’t mind if I do!
My twenty cats and five dogs (that I would acquire) and I would be very happy and comfy there…That’s my country getaway.
I would also have a nice penthouse apartment in the city, waaaaay up high, views to die for through my west-facing glass wall. I would have a book full of menus from every restaurant in the city, and I would order food sent in for every meal, and never have to cook a thing. One wall would be taken up by a humongous, professionally maintained salt-water aquarium which would enchant and mesmerize my many visitors. That’s my little city place, convenient for walking to the many concerts, theaters, movie houses, and clubs I’d be checking out.
Not that we don’t have the money for this, but it’s so frivolous that we’ll never do it…but I REALLY want a hot tub. One of the ones with little TVs in it.
I also want a chauffeur. That one we really can’t afford.
A designer wardrobe (including a Hermes Kelly bag and lots of Chanel) and custom-made shoes. My feet are small and relatively wide, and it’s hard to find size 6E shoes that are within my budget. So if I could afford it, I would totally have custom-made shoes for every occasion, and never have to complain about aching feet again.
A $5,000 an hour hooker.
Ever since I heard Elliot Spitzer had a $4,000 an hour hooker, I’ve wanted one that was $1,000 an hour more.
Rare books in horror/mystery/weird fiction. First editions from Poe, Stoker, etc. and some of the sci-fi greats. Stuff like that.
I’ve got a couple of nice collections but even the most collectible books on my shelf are in the rather modest range (couple thou). But when I see those rarities costing many thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars – I WANT.
Not going to work in the morning.
Teeth I would love to get all my teeth capped so I could have a beautiful smile
2nd would be a new car. I never had one. I’ve had cars but they’ve always been used. I don’t care what kind of car, it could be a Yugo, but just once before I die, I’d like to own a brand new car
Of course my big city pad and beach retreat would come equipped with a chauffeur. When Mr. Sali needs a box of Ho-Hos at 10 at night, I could just have Raymondo scoot up to the 7-11. Take me grocery shopping (and bring all the stuff into the house). Drive my mom to the doctor’s on a snowy day. Weekend trip to the casino, road trip to Florida, take the kids back to college - Oh, I would be SO happy to never have to drive ever again! No $5,000 hooker could possibly bring such pleasure, unless she had a driver’s license, too.
Dinner every night at the sushi bar
housekeeper
A house in Belgrave Square.
My own hairdresser, to dry/style it every morning. Head massages are probably required as well.
My own home. And, I am working on it.
Unprocessed black caviar, straight from Iran. Seriously, that is all that I want. If the stuff did not cost approximately $10,000 per kilogram, I would have been perfectly happy working the blue-collar jobs.
A Film Production Studio for me and my friends to make our own projects at our own pace in our own way.
And maybe some funding for the productions themselves, without the need to actually make a profit in return, though we would probably be able to achieve that anyway because we’re so talented. Ahem.
Airplane(s).
I miss flying…
A vacation.
Expensive clothes… Heck, even Banana Republic or Zara clothes. I love them, and I really like how Zara style fits me. And a lot of expensive lotions and shower gels.