Glow Fest
In short, Glow Fest was an abortion.
A “sensory experience filled with eye and ear candy” it wasn’t. I went to the Santa Monica pier to view Art, instead I was assaulted with the horrible sights and smells of thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of people.
Where were are all the art installations? Yeah, the stuff under the pier was really cool, but that color cloud, balloons and white blow-up bouncy thing in the sand that looked like it was straight out of MOMA’s McDonald’s playground? Dumb.
The biggest problem was the lack of stuff to see. Nobody knew where the cool stuff was. It was nowhere to be found. Was it anywhere? If you loved Ferris Wheels, corn dogs, pizza and the usual boring crap that’s on the pier, well I’m sure you’d had a good time.
In fact, I’m betting that the only people who had a good time were either 1) really drunk or on drugs. 2) Giggly 16-year-olds or people who had the maturity level of a 16-year-old.
None of these people I really want to be around, ever. Especially millions of them. We left after an hour.
But there’s always a silver lining in Stories of Suck. My Twitter review of the event is the 5th result when you type “Glow Fest” into Google. I’m really proud of this accomplishment.
Be sure to read all the comments on LAist. I’m not the only one who feels ripped off.
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