When the balls are up....

I love the chop house across the street from where I stay in downtown Chicago. Last time, my memories were filled with two guys (who were completely assholes) that decided to steal the seats next to me and waste an hour and half of my life, the bartender who was a little on the cooky side who felt bad for me and Chris. Going back, I never thought I would re-live any of the experiences. How I was wrong...

Only there for five mintues, Candace and I settled into our seats just to find one of the two assholes sitting across the bar (of course eyeing me trying to figure out where they know me from - later I found out they couldn't remember). There were three guys behind us who were nice. And as the night went on, we met Matt and Fernando (or Frederico if you ask Candace). Fernando was from Chile, spending his internship here in America and decided to teach us this valuable lesson - "When the balls are up, we are happy. When the balls are down, we are not happy". Pictures below tell the story of the night.