Wii-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

TYM and I did lots of fun things this weekend, involving beaches, Bill Maher and pulled pork, to name a few. We also spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to procure a Wii, which proved harder than either of us thought it would be. Brooklyn was fresh out of Wiis, but we lucked out late Sunday night at the Virgin Megastore at Union Square.

I don't think I've mentioned this before, but TYM is moving in with me in a couple of months. Because we both know how to prioritize, we've started purchasing things we really need in order to make the transition seamless, like a chaise lounge that we have no place for and now, a Wii.

I haven't ever really owned a game system before, unless my Commodore 64 with the Olympic Games series counts, and I don't think it does. I am so into the Wii, to the point where my entire upper body is sore after only two days. I have a list of games I want to get, including House of the Dead and that one with the psychotic bunnies that kill people. Right now, we just have Wii Sports. I kick so much ass--both figuratively and literally--at boxing. I'm much better at Wii bowling than I am at regular bowling. I'm an awesome baseball pitcher and a terrible batter. Tennis is exhausting, but fun. And I firmly agree with what Lizz said yesterday (not on her blog but in real life), that Wii golf is just as tedious as real golf. Also, I suck at it.

If I get this chef job I'm up for, I'm going to splurge on Wii Fit. I'm also going to get half of my left arm tattooed, but that's another post. So wish me luck--because it might be the only fitness program I can actually stick with.