At a friend's wedding I join in the treasure hunt with a growing band of mischevious friends. By game's end was have accrued in a giant musical pileup, a pyramid formation of revelry and noisemaking that inches toward the end of the room. I myself am hanging upside-down from a wheelchair at the front of the parade, playing an organ which I pump with my head and singing loudly. As I open my eyes I see that we are on a collision course for my maternal grandparents, who are seated and smiling meekly back at the spectacle.