It's true what they say—that it's hard not to have a good time at the Jazz Fest. Damn near impossible, what with the bacchanalian intoxication of the occasion. But even the most extravagant of euphorias that an abundance of beer, cayenne and saxophones can induce may be deflated a bit by pitfalls to which a neophyte visitor may be prone. But forewarned is forearmed, and a little careful planning will ensure your place in the sun, the full measure of euphoria you always dreamed of: dazed for d...