The history nerd in me wants to think that this is in honor of the Sydney Ducks, SF’s original organized criminals. But it’s not. It’s actually because Jess, one of the people behind American Tripps, is Aussie and Australia Day is the “Down Unda” version of the 4th of July. So

Fuck. I can’t believe American Tripps is celebrating its two year anniversary! I remember going to Allan’s 30th(?) birthday party at ATA and seeing him and all his friends running around in circles while playing something that resembled ping pong. Now he’s got a goddamn cottage industry on his hands

Every once in a great while an epic party happens that I can’t be at. I know, it’s rare, and I regret to say it because I hate missing epic parties. But this one seems to fit the bill and I’m in Los Angeles. Not only are Flosstradamus and Riff

The ever dashing Allan Hough is at it again with his Berlin Style ping-pong party American Tripps. This time it’s back in the Lower Haight at D-Structure. Never been before? It’s a shit ton of fun. Plus, there’ll be lots of FREE beer if RSVP here and get there early. I

Berlin-style ping-pong is blowing up. Not only has it been the subject of a great essay by the Bold Italic, it’s been explained, over and over again, by Youtube videos  and holds a devout group of paddling proponents throughout the city. If you didn’t read the essay or just watch