1:35 a.m.: Check my email one last time before passing out to get in line at 6 a.m.
1:36 a.m.: Several emails and texts tell me that the line is already like 100 people long. Shit.
1:40 a.m.: Frantically text everyone I know asking if it’s crazy that I’m thinking about going now. They call me insane and tell me to go back to sleep.
1:45 a.m.: I really want these tickets, but I’m not going to wait eight hours outdoors alone. I just need to find one friend that’s as psychotic as me.
2:02 a.m.: Found my psycho. Pack an air mattress and snacks into a bag and I'm ready to go.
2:13 a.m.: Arrive at the line. Jeeeeesus it’s huge. Phi Delt guys are playing house music from their camp at the front of the line. I assume we’ll be hearing "Levels" several times tonight.
2:22 a.m.: Set up camp after finding an outlet to inflate the air mattress. Friend has begun live–tweeting. This is going to be a long night.
2:44 a.m.: We receive our hand stamps and, soon after, our wristbands. People are getting vicious. Kappa Sig even brought a tent. This shit is serious.
4:04 a.m.: Couples all around me are making out in shared sleeping bags. Kill me now.
4:30 a.m.: Wake up from my passed–out state to my friend tweeting a picture of me. Bitch.
6:05 a.m.: Phi Delt begins blasting Bassnectar’s "Bass Head." What an alarm clock.
7:12 a.m.: The late crowd shows up expecting tickets and walks away disappointed. Showing up just three hours early? That’s cute.
7:39 a.m.: Being in line is kind of like being in a zoo. People stop, stare, point and take pictures. Fluff up my hair and try for exhausted–chic.
8:40 a.m.: The line has divided itself into two distinct camps: the back–end slums and the cushy front end. As a back–ender, I shoot angry glances at the fancy section of the line. Snobs.
10:46 a.m.: Success! Glory! The tickets are in my hand. I cradle them like a set of newborn twins.
3:15 p.m.: Line buddy informs me he sold his ticket to a desperate Tiesto fan for $350. Fuck that. I waited in line for eight hours and I will see Tiesto up close and personal. He better rock my world.
