Works for me too, 'cept it would be in an F14 (or 18). Nitpick: F15s are ground based.
…and tell him he doesn’t have the moves to make me scared or sick 
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Then a week in the International space station.
Same here, but with-- aw forget it. I’m sure most dopers know what I’d say.
I would ask for a one week trip to some beautiful, high priced villa, in some high priced, beautiful locale. It would have to be large enough to accomodate all my family and friends though, because I would want them all there with me.
Dammit if this thread hasn’t gotten me just a little depressed now.
Yep,The Floyd playing a private concert…apparently with you and pepperlandgirl’s husband 
I would call up Radiohead and ask them what the heck the guy says in the video for “Just” where he’s lying on the sidewalk, and everyone is worried about him, but the subtitles cut out right before he says why he’s lying down and everyone else lies down with him.
The thing that I want can’t be bought.
But in second place I would like to be the torchlighter at the Olympic Games, summer or winter, it doesn’t matter.
In third place I would like to go into space.
Why do I have the song “If I were King for just one day…” going through my head?
I’d record a music album, ala Kevin Sharp. Yes, I really can sing - I just want to short-cut the whole “paying your dues” process.
Do I honestly have one of the dirtiest minds in the thread? That’s a first. Lock me in a sweaty broom closet with Jake Gyllenhaal and a case of Boone’s Farm. 
Wait…is that wrong if you’re married?
OK, instead, I choose to front my own rock band. Madison Square Garden or somewhere awesome, I don’t care if you have to pay people to show up and rock out (because I’ll probably be awful), but that seems like it might be the coolest thing in the world.
I’ll give kinda a cheating answer. Since you said money was no object, I would pay every researcher in the world huge amounts of money to find a cure or effective treatment for my disease within 3 months. With a bonus of 20 billion dollars to whoever comes up with the cure.
OK. That’s kind of unfair so sticking with the bands theme; I would pay the Genesis lineup of Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford to tour the world and I’d get to choose the setlists (only the old, good stuff) and play with them a little on some songs at every venue.
Oh yeah… and there’d be lots of hot, available women and all my other favorite things to eat in all the dressing rooms.
-Visit Rome.
-Watch a manned spacecraft launch. (I figured that going into space would be too much to ask. But I wouldn’t be against it, don’t get me wrong!)
-See (or be killed by) an atomic explosion.
A quiet day up north at our cottage, with my computer, some music, and my friends and family holding a party. Nothing else.