Visualizing My Lottery Success

Here are the facts.  A local guy with a very sweet grandmother and a penchant for grilled cheese was using the ATM at the Giant in Herndon and he impulse bought a Virginia Lottery ticket worth $107 million dollars.

 He looks good in a suit and he's young.  Oh, did I mention the sweet grandmother?  Yeah, I'm a little envious.

Anyway, I have decided that Brian McCarthy's luck is not just going to come to me.  If I expect to win the lottery, then I am going to have to plan for the proceeds.

I can't expect to win that kind of money unless I know what I want to do with it.  First of all, I know that it is standard to hold a press conference at the location from which the winning ticket was purchased so I definitely plan to do that.

However, I think it's a little boorish to lord it over the other poor shoppers who now know that lightning and lucky numbers never strike the same place twice.  It's hard to watch someone take home all that dough when you've only got two-for-one coupons for donuts to show for all your efforts.  

As a result, should I win a multimillion dollar lottery I promise to treat my fellow patrons of the establishment to refreshing beverages and snacks.  

Since is the only place I have ever bought a lottery ticket of any kind, my harvest of generosity would came from their bounty.  The first 200 attendees of my lavish press conference will receive Slurpees, energy drinks of unknown origin, desiccated meats in tube form served on a heated carousel, and zesty cheese potato chips.

As for how I would spend the money, I would blow it all on renovating Lake Anne to suit my specific tastes.  So, all that hollering about an edible underwear store a few weeks back is about to get louder.  I will be opening a competing enterprise.

My store will sell underwear for ladies of a certain age.  There will be panties that do not ride up and bras that are meant to be worn underneath some other garment.  Even the ever-discriminating DRB will approve of my color palette of beige, ecru, taupe, biscuit, tan, neutral, cream, oatmeal and off-white.

You want leopard prints on your body?  Marry a leopard.

Also, there will be a shoe store.  It will specialize in comfortable shoes that make wearers look chic and sensible.  I want a place in Reston where I can buy shoes that make me look like I am neither a Bride of Christ nor the entertainment portion of a Bachelor Party.  

Most importantly, I'm paying to have my metallic likeness soldered next to Bronze Bob, and I'm not asking anyone's permission.  Go ahead and fine me.  I'm good for the fees and any penalties.

When I win the lottery, I am changing the face of Reston.  Not to mention the backsides, boobs, and feet.