Levi Johnston flew out to Los Angeles earlier this week for last night's GQ "Men of the Year" party, and made a huge assy spectacle of himself at JFK airport, refusing to stand in line with "the commoners" (including "Seinfeld's Jason Alexander) and insisted to be seated before everyone else.

A spy on his American Airlines flight told Page Six: "He then made a big show of getting on first. He was seated in the front row of first class, looking like he was born to be there and waiting for some recognition. Jason Alexander was quietly sitting behind him." (Source)

It was a different story when he actually got to the star-studded GQ event, however, because as it turns out nobody gives a shit about some punk-ass 15-minutes-of-fame governor's-daughter-impregnating redneck from Alaska:

Levi, who had on a vest, yellow pocket square and what appeared to be pancake makeup, wandered around the party with both his manager Tank (wearing a diamond earring) and a second beefy gentleman (wearing an earpiece). And no one cared.

Levi was largely ignored by other guests as he wandered to get a soda (he's underage) and he checked his Blackberry while Tank hit up the buffet. An hour later, they were gone. (Source)

I wonder if anyone got it on film the exact moment that Levi realized that he was a nobody, kind of like on that "Simpsons" episode where Lisa broke Ralph Wiggum's heart. I'd like to think it was when Quentin Tarantino saw Levi's jaunty yellow pocket square, mistook him for a busboy and handed him his empty cocktail glass.

Random attendees of the GQ "Men of the Year" party who are better than Levi Johnston: