Dear readers, I must admit that your L.A. editor has a serious vice — I buy lotto tickets like it's my job (when I'm not trying my darndest to entertain you at my real job, that is). I know, I know, I have a better chance of getting eaten by a rabid woman-eating raccoon, but we all know that this kind of utopian mind wandering is incredibly worth the $1 dollar spent.
In case you didn't know, tonight's sum has soared to a serious chunk of change, $171 million buckaroos to be exact.
Because I can't shake astral fantasies of trips to the Seychelles (and Rio, and Tulum) out of my head, I decided to kill two birds with one mythical stone today. So, here's a roundup of where I'd do major damage with the winning dough (after doling out money to my family, and starting foundations for female empowerment and the arts, of course).
Take a peek at my mind trip to golden ticket heaven, and tell me below what you'd throw in to the we're-in-the-money mix (feel free to offer up any lucky numbers as well)! For now though, off to 7-11 I go, and you should, too — the draw starts at 7:45 p.m.
Photo: Via 1stDibs.
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