It is supposed to be a birthday present for Mister Husband, who has requested it 2 weeks in advanced. We went to the game shop and bought it, and left it at the spare bedroom. He wasn’t to touch it until his birthday. For two weeks, he kept talking about it, counting the days to his birthday.
When the day came, we were in Carnoustie for the weekend, and he was so anxious to go back home to try it on. We arrived in the afternoon, and he went straight to the spare bedroom, grabbed the box, tore the package open, and started installing it. He ignored the tea I made for him. But there was a technical problem, the appearance was in black and white. After spending the whole night trying to fix it, he gave in.
He came back from work the next day, knowing what to do, since he had consulted the problem to several colleagues who have purchased the same thing. He didn’t bother to change his work clothes, and spent almost 30 minutes behind the TV, playing around with the plugs and cables. Then, voila! It worked!
It’s wii time!
Wii (pronounced as the English pronoun we, IPA: /wi?/) is a home video game console released by Nintendo. A distinguishing feature of the console is its wireless controller, the Wii Remote, which can be used as a handheld pointing device and detect movement in three dimensions. It’s much more cooler than Xbox360 (which dear hubby also has) or Playstation3, since we have to practically move according to the game we play.
He tried tennis first. After played the game for 15 minutes he was covered in sweat. He asked me to try it on. I refused. He thought because I wasn’t interested in it, but I told him I am easily addicted to any game, and I have to be careful. I and my housemates used to have an old communal playstation when we lived in Sydney, and sometimes I skipped classes because I couldn’t stop playing! After a while I finally tried it too, and got my a** kicked by him. Of course he was delighted, he’s as competitive as me.
His friends came round to test the console last Thursday and everybody was instantly hooked. Craig lent us his Guitar Hero and everybody had their Slash‘s moment. The boys also spent a lot of time creating their ID in wii, choosing the best eyes, hair, nose, even dress colour features. I didn’t realise they took it seriously, and they could be that vain.
I can sense the danger, but I’m helpless. And when last Saturday dear husband said he had to meet a friend for a beer, I deliberately chose to stay home. He set it up for me and left. Five hours later he came back and found me still playing. He gently took the control away from me and urged me to stop.
That was last Saturday, and after three days my right arm still hurts like hell and my neck and shoulders are stiff after playing tennis. My triceps are sore after playing bowling. I haven’t even tried baseball and golf. I am coming down with the flu now, probably because the weather has been weird too.
He came back with Chinese food and Wii Fit, which is always out of stock everywhere and cannot be pre-ordered (the Wii Fit, not the Chinese, I mean). We had been looking for it since we bought the wii package the first time, and he got lucky when he stopped by at the Blockbuster and they had only 1 on display. We did the balance test and BMI test (mine is good but after a month back from Indonesia and stuff myself with chocolate and chips during meal times, I have gained 2 kilos!). I tried yoga and he tried muscle training.
Now I’m hooked. I even had a dream last night, playing tennis against the computer.