The Refused are one of my favorite bands to see live, so hoofing it over to their stage way before set time was a must. However, by the time I'd arrived at the entrance to the pit, there were already at least 50 people in front of me packed like sardines in the space the size of a college dorm bathroom. This is the part where being on the small side of stature becomes a blessing and a curse. I managed to crawl and squeeze in front of all of these people. Then security stopped letting people in. Then 200-300 additional people decided to join us in the aforementioned space the size of the tiny bathroom. I spent the entire set nestled in the armpit of an extremely large (and quite amicable for the circumstances) security guy. I think Dennis saw me smashed up like a dirty tissue over on the side stage and gave me one good shot (thanks, dude). Best show of the weekend by far.