It’s easy to forget how much we all needed the Fyre Festival when it happened. Back in 2017, the world was a mess. America was still coming to terms with the fact that it had elected Donald Trump; Brexit had thrown Europe into disarray. It was a tough time, and we all needed something to unite us. In hindsight, that thing turned out to be an island crammed with miserable influencers and hangers-on, who had paid up to $12,780 to gnaw on grim cheese sandwiches while sitting on wet mattresses inside hastily assembled disaster-relief tents. Remember how good we felt when we all learned about the Fyre Festival? Remember how the Schadenfreude kept us going?
Well, it’s another tough time. Brexit hasn’t been fixed. Trump’s shadow looms over Washington. We had an entire pandemic to endure. Everything seems far more broken than it did seven years ago. What I’m trying to say is this: God, we needed Willy’s Chocolate Experience.
