If Gay still means happy, then Andy and I were Siegfried and Roy this past weekend at The Warren. It was probably one of the gayest experiences I’ve had in recent memory. The Whynatte played the part of the tiger and was tamed by all that took on the hot beast.

We were joined by a motley crew, including Whynatte newcomers Chris,Tony, Liz, and her friend who’s name is completely eluding me right now. I’m tempted to say Sarah. Regarldess, the drinks were flowing freely, and the whynatte was making more noise than a cage full of ring tailed lemurs.

Check out my hairy palms. Not what you’re thinking. I promise. On the far left is Chris, the DJ at The Warren. This was his whynatte devirginization. He went back for 2 more that same night. After his first whynatte, he reported that the beats were clearer than his grandfather’s glass eye.? You can put that on your turntable and spin it.

Grey and Jennifer. Grey’s official title at whynatte is Director of Getting the Fucking Word Out. Grey does an excellent job filling out the top half of her whynatte shirt Jennifer, while she may look tough, is actually a cuddly little creature. Just dont cross her, or she’ll tie your larynx into a bowtie. She dropped a tray holding no less than 7 whynattes. Andy cried.

Tony and Liz. Liz reports that this is Tony’s “go to shirt”. Meaning that with bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth, this is the shirt that gets called to the plate. No shame in that game, we all have a “go to” garment in the closet. Does yours look as good as Tony’s? Probably not. In other news, Tony showed up sans goatee, and within 2 whynattes was rocking the facial hair seen below. Liz apparently had aspirations of going to a warehouse party after The Warren, but Tony shut her down with a trip to McDonalds instead. We call that the old whynatte bait and switch.