...you gotta get with my friends.
These Fab Five spark fond memories of 1996.
Dancing in the sorority house hallway.
Drinking trash can punch.
Strutting our stuff.
Singing into the air mics and pretending to be Posh Spice.
Or Scary Spice.
I can't remember.
But it wasn't Baby Spice.
Also...my college ex looks like him.
I'm just saying.
(Wish I looked like her though.)