Pimp My Life

None of my kindergarten dreams are going to come true. I'm never going to be an astronaut. I'm never going to play centerfield for the Red Sox. I'm never going to be president, a rock god or a Hollywood star.

I also used to think I'd win the lottery. And you know what? I'm holding out hope. Sure, NASA's probably not gonna come calling, but I could still pick the right numbers and take home the jackpot. And in the meantime, I figure I might as well practice.

Inspired both by Sarasota's opulence and MTV's Pimp My Ride, in which down-and-out folks with down-and-out cars get vehicle makeovers, this issue is your chance to see what it'd be like to have endless dough. How would you change your house? Your family? Your mode of transportation?

How would you pimp your life?

Though we didn't actually partake in many of the following endeavors, putting this issue together gave us a glimpse of how the other half -- rather, the other .001 percent -- lives. We take you into Saks' exclusive personal shopping club, a luxury boat crafter's Sarasota factory, a personal chef's kitchen and a personal trainer's studio. Want one of the 300 Norfolk terriers born this year in the U.S.? We've got her. How about one of those nifty iPhones? We've got those, too. Party planners and publicists, planes and plastic surgeons -- we've pimped out everything.

At least we think we have. As you flip through this issue, consider what you'd do with unlimited cash. Think we missed something? Let us know what you think by commenting below. But for now, lean back, kick up your feet, raise your pimp cup and toast the good life.

For at least a few pages, one of my childhood dreams has come true.

Urban Explorer's Handbook 2007

Pimp My Life