This is the Finished Product.

Seriously, a fire-engine red bedroom with white lightning bolts and a yellow computer table--you want it.

This is Why it is Sometimes Called Table Tennis

When I was a kid, we had a ping-pong table on the back porch. My brother and I painted it black at some point. When I was in college, I built a ping-pong table in my bedroom/living room and painted it purple. When I moved out of the house, I had to destroy the table because it wasn't foldable, being only made of pressed wood and 4x4s. That was a truly sad day. Wednesday, A and I met friends at DC's new Comet Pizza & Ping Pong. We ate fancy pizza and played a few games on their tables in the back. They were traditional green.

The best part of Comet, however, is its bathrooms--the friend we met was responsible for their beautiful High Renaissance-style murals, depicting pairs and pairs of youths frolicking in the Northern Italian countryside, playing ping-pong. As the world should be.

This is my new living room.

While journalists have come up with a term describing black hipsters (blipsters. for real.), they have failed to adequately define the hipster who is immersed in hipster-related luxury products. A and I have labeled this phenomena "Houge" (hipster + bouge), and as the definers of the term have begun retrofitting the house to reflect our expertise. Hence the chocolate colored walls, glowing fire, and (signed! framed!) Shepard Fairey print.