I'm going to get the most overpriced, pretentious, gauche, arrogant, prissy nazi wedding planner I can find...
...then I'm going to tie them up, gag them and hide them somewhere at the reception venue. The first guest to find them and whack them with a whiffle bat wins a free op rum slushee.
Either that or a Duke Ellington jazz band, Veuve Clicquot champagne and a Paris honeymoon; it depends on how much of a overbearing bitch the mother of the bride is.
