The Fyre festival was supposed to be a luxury experience on an island in the Bahamas. Tickets were upwards of around 12K. Rich assholes were supposed to enjoy musical performances & party their asses off for 2 weekends. Instead, everything went to hell in the most hilarious way possible.
I’m not even sure what “Fyre” means, but what should have been some fun in the sun is being compared to a Lord of the Flies meets Hunger Games situation. I love it. It’s an all out disaster. If you arrived expecting to party, this is what happened. Upon arrival you would have discovered your ‘luxury’ Cabana was actually a disaster relief tent. Your luggage is being recklessly tossed onto the island from a shipping container. People are eating slices of cheese on bread at the’ luxury’ food court. The musical performers backed out. Oh, and your probably not getting off the island anytime soon. Everything is in chaos. They can barely keep track of the flight manifest. (source)
Ja Rule was the organizer of the event. Although, I don’t know if you can call throwing a bunch of shit together organizing. The website issued a statement saying, “Due to circumstances out of our control, the physical infrastructure was not in place on time and we are unable to fulfill on that vision safely and enjoyably for our guests. At this time, we are working tirelessly to get flights scheduled and get everyone off of Great Exuma and home safely as quickly as we can.”
The thought of some rich asshole being stranded on a island with feral animals and unable to get his/her catered meal while they sit in an disaster relief tent is hilarious to me. This made my weekend. Think of it this way, for once us average folk are living better than the rich elite. Even if it is only for a day or two, I’ll take it.
Needless to say, flights going into the island have also been cancelled. If Ja Rule was looking to become relevant again, he certainly failed. He’s probably gone into hiding.