…Then I don’t want to be a free man. Lock me up, and throw away the key.

We turned the Stanton Public House into our personal Whynatte Wonderland, and it was a night that will not soon be forgotten. Many old friends were reunited, and many new friends were made. Thanks to everyone that made it out for the party, and thank you for everyone’s continued support of our wordly cause.

If your photo isn’t among the following, it’s not because we had approximately 400 photos to sort through. The truth of the matter is that it’s because you’re not photogenic.

If you were at the party, please take a moment to share with us a little story from the evening.  If you weren’t at the party, please take a moment to share with us a little story about your youth.

A few statistics:
Number of lattes consumed: 200
Whynatte’s each latte will make: 2
Wrong directions I gave to people trying to find bar: 54
The over under on Andy’s tab: $325
Andy’s actual tab, with tip: $200
Number of Jager shots that must have been allocated to someone elses tab: 20
Hours that Andy and I walked around Manhattan looking for someone to prepare us said lattes: 3
Amount Andy offered the woman at Dunkin Doughnuts to sell us 5 empty coffee boxes for latte usage: $50
Number of coffee boxes we walked out of Dunkin Doughnuts with: 0
Number of languages spoken fluently by cashier at Dunkin Doughnuts: 0
Approximate number of shirts drunkenly thrown into the crowd: 26
Ratio of video cameras brought to party to video cameras lost at party: 1:1
Number of Whynatte consumed by Matt Stroup: 12
Number of photos of Matt Stroup at party: 0
Units of extreme joy that were enjoyed this past Saturday night: 65,765

After 3 hours of searching for a man to make us many lattes, this warrior led us into battle. Andy and I then stumbled down Stanton St. with 4 gallons of latte.

As a matter of fact, yes, we are holding 1 gallon pitchers of latte.

I thought I was seeing double at the party. Well, truth be told, I was, but there were in fact two hot girls that looked extremely similar, both wearing navy Whynatte shirts.

When I saw a man in a Santa outfit walk in, shouting like a drunken vagrant, I was pretty sure that it was going to be a solid night.

Ho, Ho, Ho…No, not you Hilary.

And to think, I was just looking for a new desktop background for my computer.

Hilary complains that she can’t get guys to look her in the eye…they’re always staring at the latte covering her shirt.

Only Kate would paint her nails to match the Jager shots she knew she would do that night.

Amidst the hussle of the party, one beautiful young woman finds a moment of solace in her Whynatte.

Kate, Martin, and friends. Like a young marsupial watering itself at the spring, Kate likes to take her Whynatte straight from the source. Straight out of the Starbucks cup.

Martin was kind enough to remove his diamond encrusted “Whynizzle” chain for the photo. That thug piece was causing the camera too much glare.

Jesse + Jesse = Jesssse

Sherida showing off the prettiest latte smile in NYC.

Usha, Christine, and Wendy. When she’s not photographing Zebras grazing in Africa, Usha likes to photograph drunks drinking in New York.

(thanks to Christine for letting me sleep on her floor for 2 nights!)

Shawl we all enjoy a Whynatte together? Why yes, Usha,  indeed we shawl.

Paul and Jason flanking two lovelies like an Angus Certified flank steak.

Orion and his sister Alex. We ran out of lattes. These two stepped up to the plate, made a Starbucks run, and picked up 20 more Venti lattes. This would not be the last Starbucks run of the evening.

“Okay, so you’re going to drop the shot of Jager into the latte”.

“And then you’re going to pour it all over your face”.

In case you misssed the memo: Stripes are back.

Grey: Whynatte Director of Marketing.
Jesse: Not trying to look cool, just can’t open eyes by this point in night.

Andy unholstered his latte guns. Mike unholstered his latte sheath.

Jeremy resisted drinking his Whynatte like it was a glass full of week old Keifer. He eventually gave in, and smiled this exact shit eating grin for the remainder of the night.

This was our server for the evening. Here she is getting drunk.