...and get in line with an armless folding chair. I know that's early, but you'll form a bond with the other crazies that were as stupid as you to get up so early for anything not involving wild turkeys. Also, you'll learn some useful stuff from those around you. When they open the gates, rush in like you're 15 years old and head with the crowd straight to #16 green. Put your chair as close to the green on the high side (water and tee box straight ahead of you or to your left). Once your heart rate is back under 150 from the extreme walk (walk... don't run... they're not kidding) from the gate, leave your spot in full confidence that nobody will bother your stuff to buy your first $1.50 beer of the day. Cruise around the course the entire morning doing your best to fill a 1 gig memory card on your camera. After all, it'll be 4 hours minimum until the first group comes thru 16. Have one $1.25 chicken sandwich around 10am with your 5th $1.50 beer. Sit at Amen Corner for 30 or 45 minutes... at least long enough to realize you can't really see anything there and be on your way. Meander thru one of the gift shops and drop $400 on two Masters polos, a windbreaker, a couple of caps and a tournament print (explain to the wife when you get home that you had to spend that much because they don't sell that **** anywhere else). Spend an hour or so behind #6 green watching them hit run-of-the-mill shots that are better than your best shot from every summer since you were 12. Also, don't miss a chance to sit at the practice range for a few moments to watch guys hit bomb after bomb.... slight fade, gentle draw... anything they want. About 1 o'clock head back to #16. Along the way buy another chicken sandwich and beer while being thankful they don't want to make money on food like they do in the gift shops. Finally, decide to sit in your chair that you wagged out of the hotel room 8 hours ago for the rest of the day... not budging other than to go drain the weasel, reload your cup and buy another chicken sandwich.
Oh... and don't be afraid to be THAT guy. Take binoculars. And I mean the biggest, baddest pair you can find/afford. I wouldn't hesitate to leave them with your stuff at 16, but I'd carry them all over the course. But once back at 16 you'll be the hit of everybody sitting near you because you'll be able to say things like: No, that's Goosen on the left. ....and... It looks like that cocksmoker Sabbatini just re-clubbed. ..and... Tiger just punched that guy in the yellow shirt that whispered in his backswing.
Also.. the Masters is a sword fight. I guess not many hot chicks with unlimited funds find golf tournaments interesting. And not only that but the level of douche-baggery is absolutley off the charts. It's kind of like going into a fraternity house in college that's not yours. Overall everybody is really nice, but every time you turn around there's some guy you wish you could club like a baby seal.
Have fun and enjoy. It's a helluva place.