We Survived Fyre Festival . . . and Didn't Hate It

. . . and straight up lost our damn minds.

#22: The Flight:

11:30 p.m.: The final 80 people on the island boarded the plane and we sat wherever the hell we wanted. Half were passed out, some were partying and the others were praying in silence for the madness to end and for a safe arrival.

#23: TOUCHDOWN

1:30 a.m.: HELLLLLO MIAMI! Took some killer pictures for customs and somehow they let our group back into the country. One of our gals also left her passport in the Bahama's so we had a solid 2 hours sitting at the airport while she went through interrogations…cherry on the top.