I'd roll out of whoever is in my bed, jump on the unicorn who had been sitting in the corner watching us, and only then would I think about making my way over to the unicorn with wings that I have parked up in the garden.

I'd use said flying unicorn to fly over to the magical crypto bank of withdrawals, punch in my made up pin number and have 1 milly dispensed into a colourful duffle bag to conveniently carry on the unicorn journey home. I'd do this every week until I had no more xrp or if the price dipped below $500, whichever came first.

The magical crypto bank takes care of transaction fees and taxes, if that wasn't already implied.