I’ve just gotten back from Las Vegas, after a bit of a relaxing vacation. Mrs. J-List was with me, and as usual it was fun to observe her out of her natural habitat of Japan. While most of the other hotel guests were enjoying the sunshine by the pool, she was hiding from it, camped out beneath an umbrella while wearing sweatpants, sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, since most Japanese women consider the sun their enemy, and pure white skin the most beautiful kind. Like many Japanese she was obsessive about tipping, insisting I calculate the accurate 15% rather than tossing a few dollars on the table as appropriate. In Japan ATMs usually aren’t 24-hours, but incredibly close at 6 pm or so depending on the location, and my wife amused me by asking what time the ATMs in Vegas close. We had a nice steak at one of the restaurants at our hotel, but she remarked that the steak “didn’t have enough fat on it.” Personally, I love a good lean steak, but to most Japanese, the pinnacle of steak is Kobe beef, marbled with fat throughout the meat.
I had a relaxing time in Las Vegas.
