One of the dudebro organizers of the Fyre Festival, on being told there was no way they were going to pull it off short of spending $50 million:
Let’s just do it and be legends, man.
If that isn’t enough absurdity for you, you can read a personal account from an attendee.
I’m beginning to wonder if this was a trial run for the revolution. No tumbrels, no guillotines this time — we just advertise on Instagram for a party with supermodels in some exotic location, charge the rich for their own transportation, and drop ’em off in a tarpit somewhere. Fyre Festival was the ‘B’ Ark.