foosball for dummies

Had a blast at Nikkid’s. In general I’d say I enjoyed myself going to hari raya open houses, but hers had a rocker brother-in-law in the form of Abang Bad; the drummer of Headwind, and foosball. Abang Bad (‘Bad’ as-in tart. Or dart. Or maybe it’s really ‘Abang Bard’, for all I care) claimed himself as being one of the first ever in this country to have had the experience of hair re-bonding. And he said it with a hint of pride. We talked lots. Later Rauhan told me about how this long-haired guy wooed Nikkid’s sister. It was the stuff of legends. When he left, I made a gesture to him which Nikkid found really funny, I think, judging by the way she laughed.

Anyway, foosball. This I played and was reluctant to stop. Lawan ngan pompuan, semua aku kalah (do these people have foosball at home or something? Oh. Nikkid does. Duhhh!). Being a gentleman, I didn’t go against Ina who’s pregnant (kalau main dan kalah jugak, malu beb :p). Rauhan, showing no interest whatsoever in foosball which is baffling, later reminded that we need to leave for another open house. Not fancying walking from Ampang to Pantai Dalam, I stopped playing. Spoilsport :p Nikkid invited us to come over later; “pas ni datang a balik, sampai malam pun boleh lepak. Sampai 2 pagi pun takpe (to this, Rauhan smiled, for whatever reasons)..”

But there was the Man U - Shef United game. So we passed.

I need a foosball table. Presto