Me At My Wedding: Reliving The Day I Started Hating Miami

by Rod Nichol

Okay, so I gotta get this off my chest. Picture this: there I am, right smack in the middle of my own wedding. Sounds like a dream, right? Wrong. It was more like a slow-motion train wreck.

Me At My Wedding: Reliving The Day I Started Hating Miami
  • First off, I tripped walking down the aisle. Not just a little stumble, I full-on bit it. My face? Redder than a ripe tomato.

Then, the vows. Oh boy, the vows. I was so nervous that my mind decided to take a vacation. I stood there, mouth moving, but words? Nope, not a single one came out. It was like I was in one of those bad dreams where you’re trying to scream, but you can’t.

The rest of the day was a blur of awkward conversations and me trying to hide from the cameras. I felt like I was acting in a movie, playing the role of “Bride,” but I had no idea what the script was.

Fast Forward to Now

  • Guess what? I can’t stand to watch the wedding video. I mean, I hate it. Every time I see it, I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear. It’s like watching a horror movie, but the monster is, well, me.

And don’t even get me started on Miami. I was so stressed about the wedding that every time I hear anything about Miami, I get this weird flashback. It’s like my brain is playing a cruel joke on me. “Hey, remember that time you made a fool of yourself in front of everyone you know? Let’s relive it every time someone mentions Miami!”

I know, I know, people say your wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. But for me? It’s a day I’d rather forget. But hey, at least I got a good story out of it, right? A story of a guy who turned his wedding into a comedy of errors and developed a strange aversion to a major US city.

  • So, yeah, that’s me. A guy who hates his wedding memories and can’t stand Miami. Anyone else have a wedding day they wish they could erase from their memory?

I’m trying to get past it. I really am. I tried talking to my wife, and she’s been super understanding, thank goodness. We even had a good cry about it together once. And you know what? Some folks online say this kind of post-wedding blues thing is pretty common. Who knew?

Me At My Wedding: Reliving The Day I Started Hating Miami

Still, I’ve got this weird feeling whenever I think about that day. It’s like, everyone says you should enjoy the planning and all that, but honestly, it was just stressful. Maybe big events just aren’t my thing.

Anyway, I just wanted to share my little story. It’s not every day you hear about a guy who hates his wedding and Miami, right?

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