First, visualize the Terrace. Then, pack it to capacity: I'm talking door-to-shore, standing room only, from the Union Theater to the docks. Make sure the crowd ranges in age from babes-in-arms to college students to elderly alumni in their dotage. Add a wedding reception to the balcony of Tripp Commons. Supply most of those thousands with beer and/or ice cream and/or popcorn and/or grilled food. Make sure that those with good attitudes out number the assholes (though there are *always a few assholes). Get all of those people to sing, en masse, a four part verse with choreography. (Group 1: The line at the Burger King drive-through, is one Mercedes long. Group 2: can I have some cheese, please? Group 3: Hey! *clap clap* Look at that bug! Group 4: I've got a monkey in my pants. Ohhhh!)

Mix well.Enjoy.