Characters everywhere!

I'm in Vegas this week for a day-job related conference. If Orlando, or more specifically Disney World, is the happiest place on earth, Vegas must surely be the most . . . self-indulgent. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

Melon breasted women with spray on tans and Barbie hair hanging on the arm of men older than Methuselah.

Middle-aged men sucking in the beer belly and preening in the mirrors in the elevator (I'm staying at the Mirage) checking teeth and smoothing well gelled hair combed back to cover the burgeoning bald spot.

Young women with their navels and butt cracks exposed, pouches of belly/hip fat bulging over the tops of too tight, too short skirts or too tight jeans. They walk swinging their hips and strutting through the casino - one with fur-topped, calf-high boots.

By the time this conference ends in two days, I'll have so much material for characters I won't know what to do!

I'm not a gambler and all the hyperactivity in Vegas puts me on sensory overload within a few hours after I walk out of the airport. But what a place to people watch! And I've got my Kindle to keep me company when the sessions get eye-gouging boring!