On the corner of Magazine and Napoleon Streets, Ms. Mae's is hosting Tank's Wild Airhockey Tournament, which starts promptly at midnight every first day of the work week. Though I am an airhockey shark, I have to be at work early on Tuesdays so you won't find me there.
That's not really Ms. Mae's concern though. She keeps her establishment open for whomever has the time and the money to spend. She's a lovely lady, actually. No spring chicken, she keeps up with the best of them. She enjoys watching Jeopardy at the bar.
The Dixie Beer sign on the building's side isn't an affectation. Dixie is sold here. Best prices in town, really. Most pints cost only three slim dollars. You can't beat that with a stick. This attracts college students, of course, a class that is perpetually short of cash and who have a bottomless appetite for alcohol. They are mostly well-behaved in Ms. Mae's though. She and her staff wouldn't have it any other way.
Besides air hockey, there's also a pool table, a foosball table, and a machine that offers both Galaga and Ms. Pac Man. There are four of the usual video poker units too as well as a jukebox and two televisions and free wireless internet courtesy of the city.
I've never met Tank, but I assume he is a real person and not just a phantom invented to give life to an off-color acronym. While I respect the bar and enjoy giving it coin, I can't say it's always a classy place. After all, they recently removed the signed photo of Vanna White from the wall.
A reminder of why we are writing this: Monday at midnight: Tank's Wild Airhockey Tournament. You can connect the dots and decide t'what it is you'll be doing during Monday's witching hour. I'll be counting lambs jumping a fence, myself.
Sweet Dreams!
WK
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