Let me weave you a story. Once Upon a Time, long ago in a land far far away (and/or down the street from my house) there was this place called Passtimes. It was our groups very favorite place to begin an evening of silly shenanigans. It was non smoking, the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was perfect. To put it bluntly, we were all in love.
It because our place. We were there far too often for it to be normal. But, you know how it is, when you find a place that works for everyone you want to spend as much time there as possible...and boy did we.
And then one day it closed without warning. Heartbroken does not even BEGIN to cover it. We were bereft with grief. The sun didn't shine as brightly. Colors lost their vibrancy. All in all, it was a rough time.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. Slowly but surely we lost all hope of our beloved establishment returning to us ever again. We moved on. We hung out at other places. None of them were the same.
And then one day....
WE LEARNED IT WAS REOPENIING....but under a different name.
Thus Stacks (formerly Passtimes) was brought into our lives. We love Stacks. The week it opened we were there 5 out of 7 days. We were there so much the staff started joking about putting some sort of permanent sign on our booth....a joke I not so secretly hope is for real....but I digress.
As much as we love Stacks, we still slip up and call it Passtimes on a regular basis. Apparently this happens so often that EVEN MY PHONE makes the mistake....
I mean seriously how bizarre is that?! Autocorrect, you've done it again, you wiley minx you. So there it is. My love for Passtimes captured in a screenshot. Stacks, I hope you'll understand.