Amber & Rob vs. 'Rents - Round 3

In a few hours, we will be going to Long Island to have dinner with Rob's family, and I used to enjoy these so much more when we were dating and there was zero wedding drama. Today is the day we hash everything out. What we want, what we don't want. I'm not taking "We're not talking about that now" for an answer. I need everything on the table.

I attempted to ask his mother what any "rules" she had were, to which she responded, "Rules? There aren't any rules!" And then came the "no tent" rule, the "no dairy" rule, the "you must have a videographer" rule and my favorite (because she knows that I'm black and I'm pretty sure it scares her a little): the "no rap music" rule. Awwwww, c'mon Gee! All my homies expectin' to be bumpin' n' grahhhhndin'!

Anyway...

I may return without an arm or a leg. At the very least, I may return with no wedding, which Rob does not expect to happen, and I do. What is the rule on self-fulfilling prophesies when two people in the same boat have opposite opinions?

I'll let you know.