If money were really no object... Chi-town. Big house, lots of cats.

I'd probably move back to Chicago. Get a nice brownstone on the Near North Side, open a boutique and gallery in the neighborhood, and get a bunch of cats.

I almost said that if money were really no object I'd move to Paris. But on second thought, Paris is more of a nice place to vacation than a place to relocate to, for me. I'm kinda fond of American culture in general, and I'd have to be flying back to the States all the time to see concerts and visit friends and family and such. What a pain in the ass that would be. Plus, Kourt would have to learn French (and I'd have to do some SERIOUS brushing up) and then we'd have to get a whole new social life... Too much work.

So yeah, Chi-town. Big house, lots of cats. We'd leash train them all and take them for walks through Lincoln Park and let them beat up on tiny dogs. I'd spend my afternoons in my art studio doing sketches of naked women while drinking coffee and Twittering. I'd fix up part of the house like a bar, stage and all, so that when friends want to go out and party we can just stay in and party and avoid all the stupid people.

In my spare time, I'd finally put together a band and play shows on the weekends for fun, even if we just play in my home bar with the cats for an audience. I suppose in that case it would just be me singing karaoke, but whatever.

I'd still keep my business back in MO, though, and let somebody else manage it. I'd probably fly in once a week or so to make sure things are being done correctly. Oh, and to get some cashew chicken and Andy's. I can't live without periodic doses of cashew chicken and Andy's.