This is the crux of the rest of this list. If we weren't dropping hundreds of dollars to walk through those gates, maybe we could suffer the minor inconveniences that pop up when you're in a sweaty sea of drug-addled millennials. But we are dropping hundreds of dollars, and sometimes it feels ridiculous. Especially when you find yourself paying $10 for a sandwich or $9 for a beer. The larger issue here is that constant outflow of cash, that steady stream that continues to bleed your bank account dry after spending all that money to only see a quarter of the bands on the festival bill.