Put it like this, I get a call on the latte hotline, it’s Katie, and she tells me that she’s driving up the coast to Northern Cali, with the gas mashed to the tune of 85mph. Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard is blasting in the background, and riding shotgun is a shitload of Jager and Lattes.

Such a call can mean a number of things: 1) Her DUI trial finally wrapped up, and she’s fleeing town, 2) She’s lost her mind, 3) It’s the beautiful Haley’s 22nd birthday, and she’s on her way to party it up Whynatte style in the middle of the redwood forest.

Haley and Katie, having a birthday Whynatte…As Katie puts it, “I’m the girl that somehow never manages to get the actual latte in the picture”. I guess that we’ll have to trust that the latte was actually somewhere offsite. Seeing as though the Whynatte was created in Katie’s kitchen, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.

2 girls kissing never gets old.

Jager Family Portrait.