I never thought I would be the kind of person who watches Wrestlemania, let alone has a viewing party (and not in an ironic, hipster way). But alas, Sunday night found me with a living room full of boys, a counter full of Pizza Hut, and a brand spankin' new CM Punk t-shirt.
Though the wrasslin' was the focus of the evening for everyone else, for me the main event was food (when isn't the main event food for me?) and I had to be uber-cautious with all the gluten that was being bandied about. It didn't help that there was beer-tastrophe at the beginning of the night that left my carpet wet and wheaty.
Part of the problem was that I accidentally fell asleep on the couch after doing all the prep, so I was still in the shower when the first guests arrived (now that is a set-up for a Pay-Per-View), and I was late getting MY pizza in the oven and had to watch everyone eat their real, gluteny Pizza Hut. I got over it, though, once mine came out of the oven, all home-made and delicious, and the rest of the night was a lot of fun.
I feel like we did a pretty good job of keeping my food separate from everything else, and thanks to paper plates and plastic cups (sorry, Mother Earth), we were able to clean up pretty easily, too. Hooray for not getting glutened at