Last week M and I played the Super Loto Plus Million blah blah blah thing. Just one dollar and all of a sudden we had one chance in 76 million of winning some $346 million. After taxes etc that would still have left us with more than $150 million. That $1 bought us quite a few dreams.
I pondered what life changes we could make with that kind of money in the bank. Winning a million when you live in the Bay Area doesn’t mean a whole lot. A million buys you a shack on the wrong side of the tracks around here. But $15o million? With that kind of money we could buy our dream home and still have enough left over to live our dream lives over and over again. It’s actually a little hard to wrap your mind around.
M bought that ticket during his lunch our and I spent the afternoon on a dream journey. In my mind I was a multi-millionaire and the world was my playground. I spent a few pleasant hours dreaming up the fantastic vacation I was going to invite all of my friends to share. I imagined a small island in Hawaii. A huge luxury hotel with suites for each couple or singleton. Four star chefs would make incredible meals throughout the days. There would be enough pools for everyone to find their joy; some would be rowdy, some peaceful, some kid friendly, some not so much. The beach would have fine white sand and any number of activities available to keep everyone entertained. And of course there would be a crack team of babysitters available to keep everyone’s children entertained all through the day or night.
In the end though, the dream part is not the extreme luxury, but the fact that all of my friends would be there to share it with me. I would be sneaky and send them tickets with the destination hidden, just letting them know what to pack and where to go. I have friends spread throughout the world. Childhood friends I haven’t seen in years, high school friends I’ve seen briefly since, college friends I only see when I’m passing through Paris, Internet friends I’ve never met face to face. Having everyone together and being able to enjoy their company would be worth all the money in the world.
Obviously M and I didn’t win the big bucks. Rumor has it that two very deserving people won, and I can’t begrudge them their winnings. I won an afternoon of dreams, and a dream journey that I’ll never forget. A part of me will always be on that beach, stuck in an endless vacation with my friends and family, one foot in the water, one foot on the sand, about to push a boat towards some unexplored cove.