Police chace, magic hands banging me and Derilicts

Well time is surely flying here. Yesterday was the first day I didn´t make it to the Locutorio- Internet café... no time!
Evelyn and I were waiting for our friend Anna when we saw some commotion across the street from us. This young guy was running as fast as he could and some screaming was heard from down the block. People were definitely confused as to whether or not to stop this speed demon or just let him go. Along came an out of shape older cop, go figure they have the same body type and demo all over the world! He clearly couldn´t keep up with this bank robber, pick pocketer, child molester- what could he have done? The coolest thing happened... there was a motorcyclist going by and the cop waived him down and the cop got on the back of the motorcycle... as they zoomed off the parking attendants screamed out which way the fugitive went... and people starting cheering them on... it was hilarious! I wonder if its the same guy that robbed Barbra Bush in San Telmo the other day?! I am not one to like cops very much... but it was pretty funny seeing him get on the motorcycle.

Magic hands.... I got my hair cut in Palermo. It was the fastest hair cut of my life... but the best shampoo job ever. I made Federico, an adorable early twenties Argentine shampoo boy blush pretty hard when my friends and I kept teasing him with the label of having magic hands... haha... Anyway... I got bangs again and a bad ass hair cut for ten US dollars...

Where do the derelicts fit in with all of this? We had a huge group dinner with some Argentine guys and my girlfriends here. It´s pretty crazy because we didn´t sit down till 10:30 and some of the guys didn´t come till like midnight and still sat down to eat. A few of us girls and the guys ended up going to a casino... it was HUGE... but totally futuristic. I felt like I had a microchip implanted in my neck and they knew my every move... ´beep, beep. number 3957367 is existing the poker room, please proceed to the communal area for refueling, expected ETA 5 minutes´. I swear I kept on expecting to hear that. The poker room and roulette room... they have no dealers!!!! The games is on a flat screen computer and they are color coded according to the amounts you can bet. The rooms were pretty quiet and serious... it was so strange!!! BUT one thing that never changes, is the enormous room that the slots are housed. The room was actually underground and takes up about 7 blocks. And I must say I´ve been to Atlantic city, Vegas, a cruise and now here... and all slot players look the same... they look like they have no business being there, not being able to afford to gamble. Their clothes are wacky, they smoke too much and they know their games! It´s pretty sad if you ask me. I am not a huge fan of Casino´s for that reason! Anyway this ´low key´night brought us home at 3:30 am... how do the Argentine´s live and work like this??? When do they sleep???