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The Wii-zard of Oz

By Isabel Kallman

I’ve been dying to post this for over a week now. But, life got in the way and then I thought I should write about some sun safety news first, rather than about ME! Then, it was the fourth of July week(end) during which I have been sweating my ass off playing Boxing from Wii Sports. Forget about ever jumping on the elliptical again. Yada, yada, yada.
By now, some of you guys have probably read about the Nintendo-hosted Wii bash that happened at my place which the infinitely-talented Liz summed up nicely, particularly with her pictures. Her captions were perfect.
I, too, was too occupied to take photos, or more like preoccupied. See, Liz being the classy lady that she is decided not to share some dirty party laundry.
Not only was it the hottest day of the year, it was also the third consecutive super hot day. As such, the air conditioning units in my building were taxed beyond belief. My apartment was an OVEN. Wah, wah, wah. That’s not so bad, you think. But, oh, it gets better.
See, those sweating pipes also led to a massive leak from an upper floor. My ceiling (in one of the two rooms housing the party Wiis) then collapsed a few short hours before the party and then continued to drip like my past incontinent pregnancy bladder. And, this is the ceiling that had collapsed three weeks earlier and had just been replastered and repainted the day before.
Nice, real nice. See for yourself.
Oh, then it looked like a reversal of fortune and the stifling humidity suddenly lifted. Those who could tear themselves from the Wii were enjoying Mojitos out on our terrace when out of nowhere 40-mile per hour gusts lifted my new 7 foot tall arborvitaes and threw them around. FLYING TREES, people! FLYING TREES!
I find out afterwards that during this spectacle, my right-hand, Catherine, was chatting up Laura Bennett of, you know, Project Runway fame. The two of them, standing back, watching the drama play itself out. Laura turned to Catherine and in her southern drawl whispered slyly “Isabel’s gonna freak out, isn’t she?” Catherine winked back, “Nope. But, she sure wants to.” I love them redheads.
See people, that sums me up.
Luckily, Alice’s and Liz’s partners and the fine Nintendo folk came to the rescue and ultimately tied the trees to our fence. But, then– yes, there is more– came the lightening and crashing thunder. And, pounding rain.
Funniest thing about all of this is that I basically had to do nothing for this party other than to turn over my home and invite my “couple friends.” I can’t even fathom the breakdown I would have had if I had to organize set-up, food and clean-up.
Afterwards Google diagnosed me with Party Performance Anxiety. I guess with the ceiling caving and the whirling trees, I felt I had let Nintendo down on half of my side of the deal.
But I got over that instantly when I looked at these pictures (which Nintendo took) and saw so many of our friends (and me!) having a great time. Clearly that was what mattered most.
Finally, thank you Nintendo and the entire Wii Ambassador team. I am honored that you threw this fab bash for me and my friends.

Isabel Kallman
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Isabel Kallman

Isabel Kallman is the founding mom of

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Oh so THAT’S what that crunchy thing in my mojito was. Oh well. It’s fiber, right?

Her Bad Mother

I told Liz that I’m waiting for the WII version of the Super Red Hot Blogger WII Party. You know, so that I can play at home. Alone. With no fibrous drinkies.


Am starting to realize limitations of living in beautiful, yet non-metropolitan, state. Dangit.


We are also loving our Wii. It is a workout! I love tennis and bowling. I never thought I would utter the words, but I love this game console! Even wee Charlotte tries to bowl. I would have given my left kidney to be at your party with the sweaty Wii people!


Am so jealous I do not live in NYC.
(Am also assuming if I did live in NYC, I totally would have been invited. HA)