American Tripps says summer starts this weekend, and I really don’t think we can argue:
For our first Berlin-style ping pong party of the summer, we figured we better make a real splash. So we got a *rad new venue*, 19 Heron, and for music we’ll have the return of DJ JustStella, spinning sunny summery psychedelic rock ‘n’ roll.
19 Heron is a dance studio by day, so there are mirrors along all the walls, a big hangar door in the front, floors great for dancing, areas to sit and lounge. And it’s down a trippy alley that we’ll have all lit up (for both safety and radness).
BONUS: World-renowned street photographer THE TENS (http://thetenssf.com/) will be in charge of party photography all night, so look your best!
Summer! Rock ‘n’ roll! Rad new venue! The Tens! RSVP and invite your friends!
What’s the deal with this new venue? Looks like it’s down a cool little alley near 8th and Harrison:
And inside it’s a disco!
To win a pair of tickets, tell us your best ping pong-related tale in the comments section below. Contest ends Thursday at 6pm. Winner will be judged based on merit.
Patpong ping pong. That is all.
I saw a porno once where she stuffed a ping pong paddle in her arse, flat end first.
I guess that doesn’t really count as *my* ping pong story.
I rolled a rickety ping pong table down two blocks, took it apart, and reassembled it in the attic. That’s my ping pong story.
Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals – the very semi-finals, mind you – of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened. We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.
I love American Tripps!
Hey , I want to RSVP but i dont have a facebook, I am on of those lol.
I love American tripps fell in love the first time i went to the Secret Alley
oops i mean ONE*
i met a girl, a friend of a friend of a friend, after stepping outside to drink on the sidewalk (semi-concealed, not booze from d-structure). she’s a quick-witted weirdo artist who refused to play, but she liked “observing.” we get drunk, go to molotov’s, drink more…and then we dated for a few months until she moved to london. now she’s back and we’re good friends. thanks american tripps!