March 21st, 2008

summer reading

This is How You Can Tell I'm a Sagittarius

If I were wealthy, I'd absolutely be one of those people who would get a wild hair and the next thing you know, be on a plane for Las Vegas. If I were obscenely wealthy, I'd even have a plane on stand-by for just such an occasion.

Oh sure, there'd be that knowledge in the back of my mind that my little week-end trip was costing approximately what an average worker earns in a month or two, or that the money could be better spent buying a village in Africa clean water for the rest of my natural born life. Now, don't get me wrong - I'd make donations to charities. In fact, there's a charity or two I'd love to form just to have the fun of giving things away. But that bit of guilt over the better uses of my money wouldn't hold me back from hiring a tutor for my daughter and spending the month of April in a villa in Italy when it comes right down to it.

This surety about how I know I'd act has me thinking there's a reason the term is filthy rich and not something like sparkling rich instead.

All of this is to say, I'm totally in the mood to hop a plane to Vegas today. I could be there by lunchtime, spend a few hours taking in the outrageousness of it all, and be back home in time for a late dinner. This is how my mind works given the right dose of the mood I'm in mixed with a dash of whimsy.

How about you? How would you act filthy if you were disgustingly rich?