I die for the 90’s. Movies, music, and television from this time proves to be fabulous, not to mention I adore looking back at the always-flattering grunge fashion statements. I read this morning that Black Cat Nightclub, a local DC venue, is hosting a showing of Clueless tonight, complete with champagne cocktails. I officially want to go back in time. Can I just be Cher already, computer-programmed closet and all? I’m thinking that plaid mini-skirts, platform Mary-Jane’s, and knee-high socks could really make a comeback.