A brief recap, primarily in numbers and ratios, of the party that Whynatte threw this past Saturday:
Level of latte in the 200 Whynatte urn that we brought with us: Full.
Amount of latte that spilled from urn onto the leather seats of my car: A lot.
Difficulty in transporting a full hot urn of latte across the city of Atlanta: Extremely high.
Number of Whynatte shirts used to clean latte from leather seats: 1.
Number of latte covered shirts given away at party: 1.
Cost of each Whynatte, in dollars: 5.
Cost of each Whynatte, in rupees: 231.
Ratio of real id’s to fake id’s at party: 6:1.
Ratio of real id’s to fake id’s that were made by my brother: 6:1.
Hours spent preparing the latte in my kitchen: 3.
Number of Whynattes consumed while preparing latte in my kitchen: 33. Number of Whynattes consumed at party: 225.
Material of most highly coveted garment worn at the party: Sequin.
And now, a few photos:

Little known fact: Andy was not actually born “from womb”. He was hatched “of egg”. No joke.

Girl on far left, pre Whynatte, “I hate Jagermeister”.
Girl on far left, post Whynatte, “I love Jagermeister”.

Amy is good at many things in life, however, keeping her eyes open in photos is not one of them.

I showed Chris how to make a Whynatte. In return, Chris gave me his mother’s broccoli casserole recipe. A spade for a spade.

Andy and Matt. It’s nice to see Jews and Christians coming together to share a Whynatte.

Virginia has more rings than a ring tailed lemur.