They met at a fraternity beer bash. A DJ who preferred post punk over synth pop. A hot mess of a girl who got up to dance when everybody else sat down.
Black eyeliner and combat boots became floral-print sack dresses and wayfarers.
Chalk-striped suits and banker's collars replaced ripped jeans and a bomber jacket.
“Think we’re sellouts?”she asked in a wine-induced haze when they got home from their first Flashback Friday party.
He put his headphones on her and cued up London Calling.
The baby sitter watched them as they danced, and wondered who this couple really was.
Black eyeliner and combat boots became floral-print sack dresses and wayfarers.
Chalk-striped suits and banker's collars replaced ripped jeans and a bomber jacket.
“Think we’re sellouts?”she asked in a wine-induced haze when they got home from their first Flashback Friday party.
He put his headphones on her and cued up London Calling.
The baby sitter watched them as they danced, and wondered who this couple really was.
