Go. Away.

If you don’t know, I was at BlogWorld a couple of weeks ago (you may have missed my 1,000 other mentions). I stayed at the Social Media Club’s Clubhouse 4. Read my posts for them here, here and here, see my flickr stream here. You may think the house was a party house, and you’d be right. Not the frat party kind of party house, but the ‘let’s chill, find the hot tub, and talk about twitter’ kind of party house. We know we’re nerds, you can save it. Super nice people, both stayed at the house and came by to say hi. However, there IS always an exception the rule. And one night, I got to hear and see that exception.

Around one a.m. I knew I was done. It was time to go to bed. I wanted to make sure I was able to get up and go the next morning, so off I went to bed. One problem: my bedroom is right by the bar. Yeeeaaahhhh. People for the most part aren’t loud, but it was this conversation/ event that just made me think “Someone is going to get slapped.”

A couple of people come by the bar and I hear:

“Where’s the vodka?” This is said in one of those high pitched whiny voices that can only come from some vapid blonde.

“I think they’re out.” Jerk #1

Vapid Blonde: “But I want vodka!”

Vapid Blonde: “What’s in here?”

I know what’s coming next. Not familiar with the layout of the house, she has spotted the door to my bedroom and is going to ‘peek’ in. Because she has no manners. Also? The lock didn’t work. Sure enough, the door opens, I mutter “Someone is in here” she “Oops!” and closes the door. The best part comes next.

Vapid Blonde (in whisper so I won’t hear, but, of course, I do): “Someone’s in there.”

Jerk #1: “What, where, in there?”

Vapid Blonde: “Yes, don’t go in there!”

But, too late, he does. He just has to see for himself. He opens the door, looks in my dark room and quickly closes the door.

Vapid Blonde: “I CAN’T believe you did that.”

Jerk #1: “I have to see things for myself”

A huffy sigh indicates that she is NOT pleased. Whatever, lady.

Vapid Blonde: “I want some vodka.”

Jerk #2: “They’re out, have some Jim Beam. Have some of that.”

Vapid Blonde: “No, I don’t like it.”

And this conversation goes on for another 20 minutes about the lack of vodka, Jim Beam and its taste. I can hear that this guy is just trying to get her drunk enough to get her in bed. I wanted to tell him to quit trying so hard because I’m pretty sure that her standards are low enough that he doesn’t have to work too hard.

The whole time all I can think is “Go away, go away, go away.”

I finally dozed off to sleep and was up early enough the next morning to make it to the early keynote. I just can’t help but think- who DOES that? Who says, oh yeah, someone is in there, let me see.

Social media does attract some very douche-y people. I know, show me your shocked face.