It's a small wedding party; you could wait things out. Moms and Dads nowhere to be seen; I guess they were the smart ones. Or maybe they and everybody else is back at the lodge, figuring NOBODY would be stupid enough to go out in this weather, regardless of what car they had. Dad's probably hitting the bourbon again, muttering about not trusting this doofus with his little girl. And then they come back, all wet and muddy; a bunch of broken heels and one of the bridesmaids has a sprained ankle and it turns out the guy who married them isn't really a reverend at all, he just paid for it on-line. Dad's really in his cups by now, and Mom is in tears because all those beautiful family shots they were going to take will be ruined. Groom's stepfather comes over to say, "Hey, we'll all be laughing about this in thirty years!", and Dad delivers a haymaker that sends Stepdad over the mahogany bar into the Cutty Sark, screaming "You and that goddamn Land Rover- it's all your fault, you bastard!!!!!"