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

#19: Forced off the island

7 p.m.: Like, literally, we were forced. They told us the final flight was leaving at 10:30 p.m. and we absolutely had to be on it. We got escorted to our tents in golf carts, packed up our stuff, ran through abandoned tents to pick up free batteries, bug spray, water bottles, etc. and loaded the bus.

It was a bittersweet goodbye. And we all looked like cherry tomatoes.