This is how I imagined my high school life playing out, circa age 15 — boys in scuffed white loafers serenading me with Otis, working in a record store, having a cool older friend (LOVE Annie Potts!). I don’t know how many thrift store finds I ripped apart in the hopes of coming up with some Andie-esque creation, but my sewing skills are a bit lacking. (And her prom dress was pretty heinous, I must admit.)
But seriously, why would anyone choose a Blaine over a Duckie? Any dude that loves Otis that much is a gem.
