Rollins versus Triple H was, unsurprisingly, enough to separate me from this plane of consciousness. I am normally successful in staying up-- well, considering WrestleMania is now seven hours long and starts at one in the morning, all night. I'm less successful at being a functional human being the next day.
Gaz - the artist formerly known as Tastycles - came over one year and we ate Doritos in my bedroom.
Seeing the Royal Rumble live was honestly always higher on my list of priorities than a WrestleMania, and now I've done that and it honestly was everything I'd hoped it would be, but I would like to see at least one WrestleMania in person. If the next WrestleMania is indeed in New York, it might be sooner rather than later...