It’s 2007. You’re 21. You, Megan, Erin and Emily are all headed out to the bar. You barrel-curl your hair, cake on the eye shadow and liner, put on your low-rise, boot-cut True Religion jeans and heels, and your going-out top. Maybe the spaghetti-strap camisole with the lace neckline? Or the cowl-neck shiny polyester. The teeny-tiny cropped vest. The sequin tube top. The embellished corset. The babydoll. The bubble hem. The ruching in all the right (wrong) places. You look amazing.