As the sun began to set, John fired up the grill for a final round of snacks. The party was winding down, but everyone was still having a great time. As the last guests departed, John let out a sigh of relief, exhausted but exhilarated from the day's events.

“Beer’s free!” he shouted. 300 people rushed the van. It was Lord of the Flies with flip-flops.

But the legend of persisted because the original ethos of the party was inclusive. For every paid VIP tent, there is a rickety fence gate that someone left unlocked. For every bouncer with a clipboard, there is a neighbor’s fence you can hop (disclaimer: don’t actually hop fences; we’ll cover legal methods later).