HoCo '26
If the acronyms TGIF or TRL mean anything to you, I hate to be the one to tell you but you're probably already behind on your child's HSA: Homecoming Savings Account. If you went to homecoming at the same time as Joey and Pacey, your homecoming experience was probably similar to mine: go to the mall and hit up Parisian or Macys or Sears and pull an armload of long dresses off the rack. Absolutely destroy the fitting room with mounds of taffeta, ruffles, and lace. Once you decide on the dress, head to the food court for some sustenance in the form of some Auntie Anne's pretzel bits and a Smoothie King, or a slice of Sabbarro and TCBY. Once your sodium levels are negatively impacting your blood pressure, you head off to Payless to see if they have shoes you'll be able to dye to match your dress. The day of homecoming, you maybe have a friend or two come over and you guys get dressed together, curl one another's hair, maybe stand still long enough for someone to snap...