Not only would I be an eleventy-jillionaire, I’d have nice hair and straight teeth. (I have that now, I know, but still)
I would build a cruise-dirigible, filled with safe and clean helium, not that fascist hydrogen stuff.
I would outfit it with a restaurant that served thin-crust pizza, free-range chicken and grade-a beef. And for the veggies, I would have a small raw bar. For everyone else there would be potato and corn.
The lounge would seat 100 and have a theatre and a disco, with different DJ’s playing thursday friday and saturday. There would be a small store where you could buy cameras and candy, and magazines to read.
Kids would fly free, although they would be generally confined to the ultra-exclusive kid-zone on the third deck, it’s like the attic, but not as stuffy. Bedtime would be 7pm.
We would fly weekly cruises over the great lakes leaving on monday afternoon and returning sunday morning.
This is what I would do if I had eleventy-jillion dollars.