Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key
I have spent most of this week in a nippy mood. You know the kind, nippy enough to have a glass of wine and chocolate but too nippy for this to cure it. The nippiness has upped the stomping around, shouting at the poor cats for excessive cat hair and the swear box now has enough money to buy a Louboutin. Just the one, which is kinda pointless.
On top of the nippiness I have found myself annoyed immensely by little things. I’ve been avoiding writing all the things that have made me annoyed this week as, to be honest, writing them is making me even more annoyed. However, the thought of an Orwellian end to the following is slowly putting a smile back on my face…
I won tickets to a party last night through Twitter (free pink prosecco – win) but on turning up at said party, I was dismayed to be met at the door by a greater who asked “are you here for the Facebook party?”
I wanted to scream, scream and scream some more.
No I was not there for the Facebook party. I was there for the Missoni Hotel ‘Modern Italia lets get people into our hotel party’ which had been advertised (cleverly I must add) through Twitter and Facebook.
But what the marketing company didn’t seem to have grasped that this clever use of social networking had been ruined by the assumption that people who use Twitter and Facebook are going to the event because of the networking site, not the party itself. I might be a snob, but I would not go to something advertised as a ‘Facebook party’, nor would a lot of people I know. The sites are not the party; it is the party itself that is the party (if you get what I mean)
So, sort it out marketing people.
This however, does not include Twestivals, which I fully support. The Edinburgh Twestival is tonight – you can buy your tickets here.
P.S this is not a critism of the Missoni Hotel, as an aside, I really liked the hotel, the ‘on tap’ Prosecco was lovely and if i liked cauliflower soup i am sure that i would have said the same about the food. I will be going back, so the point of the party actually worked – unless they ban me after this blog post!
Totally agree. I don’t think it makes you a snob, I think the problem lies in semantics: Facebook party implies it’s going to be either a flashmob or a party some teenagers organised at home while they’re parents were away. Definitely not an event organised to market quite a nice and slightly posh place. BTW I’ve been there last year and they had amazing courgette chips. And wine was quite reasonably priced. The only problem I’ve had was that after a few glasses the patterns on the couches made me dizzy.
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Oh yeah, I can definitely see why that irritated you! On top of everything else, it makes the people who go look a bit “sad” when they are going to a nice hotel for a night out!
I wish I could have some chocolate and wine right now.
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Ha! I am right then, maybe I am a bit of a snob, but no one wants to walk into a 5 star hotel to be told its a Facebook party. Kasia – you are right, its the implications of that which are the problem. Interestly I was one of the youngest there, and i baulked at the term, i wonder what other people thought about it.
Maybe the ‘coolness’ Facebook is finally wearing off…
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