Just your average weekend in Buenos Aires

Our Friday started normally enough. I went running in the morning, had a riding lesson in the afternoon, picked up the laundry, and made a rather blah pasta for dinner. I was pretty tired and thought I would make it an early night. Then we got invited out to try our luck at the Puerto Madero Casino.
As Brent and I got in the cab to go, I jokingly said to Brent, I hope you brought your key because I am not staying out till 4 in the morning!
At the casino, which is a huge riverboat with 4 floors and games of every type, we met our friends at the blackjack table. They had been there a while and were beating the house. Brent and I sat down and I discovered that I am just as unlucky in spanish as I am in english. It was a ton of fun. There was one strange man playing at our table. He kept saying something in Italian, grabbing his shirt under one armpit, and then pointing at my friend Deidre. Weird. Oh and later that night Brent, Deidre, and I were getting a drink and talking at the bar next to the roulette table and the same guy stood up from the table and shushed us! I don't think I have been shushed since I was 12 years old in Sunday school. I had to look around just to make sure we were still in a casino bar!
We called it a night and got into the cab to go home, and guess what time it is? 4:30.
Saturday consisted of sleeping and eating and watching the bootleg dvd's we bought 3 for 10 pesos in the subway.Two of the movies, 7 pounds, and Benjamin Buttons, were copies of the film sent out for reward consideration. The third movie, Operation Valkrie, was filmed by someone at the theater. You could see people getting up from their seat, and the guy filming kept coughing and wiggling. Too funny.
Sunday we woke up renewed and decided to check out the Matameros Fair. We took the #55 bus from Plaza Italia and got there around 3 o'clock. Unfortunately they were having a special Carnival event and the fair wouldn't open until 7. So we found an outdoor cafe next to a band and had a snack. While we were sitting there, a couple of girls sat down next to us and we started talking some in english and some in really poor spanish. Turns out that one of the girls is a golf equipment salesperson and almost a professional golfer. The other girl works for a television station as a set designer. I think she designs the set for a soccer talkshow on channel 11- but that's where the really poor spanish may have misled me.
After chatting for a while, we got in their car and headed to Boca to watch the game in a old school bar with some old school fans. Boca won and we headed to Palermo for dinner. We had a great time, spoke more spanish than I ever have, and hope to see a game in person sometime soon!
Later!