Firefly Festival was a lot to handle. I mean, it was my first festival, so of course it was going to be a lot for me. But it was so awesome. So many good things happened. So many funny things happened. So many things went wrong, but so many things went so much more right than I could have ever imagined.
It was Firefly’s first year in existence, and it was quite clear that the event had a lot of “figuring out” to do, but I am in no way complaining. The slight disorganization of it all made the weekend so unexpected — in the best ways possible. Everyone’s phones were dead. There was borderline zero cell phone service. Meeting up with people was utterly impossible. The volunteers had no idea what was going on. The workers hadn’t the slightest hint of a clue to an answer to any question. But that’s what made it all so great. For the first two days, no one knew the difference between a media pass and a VIP pass, so our passes which were meant solely to allow us to bring a DSLR into the festival now allowed us to eat free food, get free water bottles, watch the shows from better spots, and — the best part — use bathrooms that were one step up from porta potties. It was a crazy mess of a weekend and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
And, oh yeah, we slept in a car both nights. It’s not that we didn’t have a tent, it’s just that we preferred not to use it. Ha!
I can’t say that I see another festival in my future, but then again, I can’t say that I don’t. 🙂