I’d spend 6 months a year snowboarding, Chalet at Kicking Horse in Canada and the other 6 months relaxing somewhere tropical where the only transport is a golf cart.
Pay my close friends mortgages off and set my family up for life then try and keep the garage to 6 cars.
In all seriousness, I’d purchase a parcel of land somewhere nice, try to grow most of my own food.
Have some animals on the land as well.
The rest of my time would be spent on fitness and learning a musical instrument (probably drums) so that I can play with my son who is decent on guitar.
I think at some point, giving back to others in some charitable venture would provide value and perspective.
Id make sure I dont have to work again. Dont go overboard on a huge house, furniture and cars etc.
Then Id buy decent 4wd and caravan and set off around Australia if I had enough.
I have a Powerball ticket every week and plan what i’m going to do with the winnings every week. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to execute my planning yet.
In an ideal world I’d win a jackpot of 80-100 million, set up my family and friends with about a third of the winnings then keep the rest for myself which I would spend 80% of in housing. That would provide a healthy income for life in rents. A portion of that income would allow me to set up my own coterie for the football club and I’ll be able to meddle in the day to day running of Essendon.
Move up north, buy a nice boat and fish for a few years. If I can be bothered after that I’d start doing a few charters. But I probably wouldn’t.
A few years ago I had this discussion with some good mates. I said I’d divide up a mill between my closest 4 friends and Mrs. K. can do likewise with hers. The wife of a mate cracked the sads whinging how they were only going to get $250k. I said “I haven’t even won any cash and you’re already being a whiney ■■■ about it. You’re off the list!”. And she stormed off to bed.
I imagine those kind of things would be fairly common with real cash involved.
Not quite the same but did Melbourne ever have one of those establishments where the discerning gentleman could have his meal presented upon a naked woman?