Am I really that shallow?

Today I attended a happy hour hosted by a former coworker/friend. She's a part of a social club that hosts all sorts of events, and I thought I'd check it out, because, as I'd mentioned in previous posts, it's hard to meet people in NYC.

Anyway, it seemed to be pretty cool, there were young twentysomethings, a few thirtysomethings, but everyone seemed young at heart and were pretty laid back.

Then, this guy showed up. He was probably early thirties (he looked like he was my dad's age though) and quite fobby (he had a very noticeable Asian accent, and bad teeth). Ok, so the teeth thing isn't his fault, especially if he can't afford dental work. I understand that. But he literally looked like he was the type to hang out with my parents. He was attending a social event with twentysomethings. The difference between him and us was all the foreign Chinese chemistry grad students and econ or history undergrads.

Now, I just wrote a post previously about how I simply dislike people just 'cause. Now I'm writing about how I think I'm cooler than someone else (because obviously, I am). I don't know. He's probably a cool guy. But I just can't get over the fact that he looks like my dad's friend.

I hadn't had anything to eat, and I had two beers and a shot of tequila in a little less than an hour and half. That was probably not a good idea. Somehow, I got the hiccups on the way home. I can only imagine how that must have looked. Alcohol on my breath. Hiccups. Perhaps slightly flushed (damn lack of alcohol dehydrogenase).

So, my thoughts on this week's Apprentice, even though this is a day late. I don't think Stacie acted so crazy as to warrant the accusations that all the women were levying upon her. I think she got excited, or perhaps a little stressed. Everyone gets like that - it's all good. I wouldn't say it was enough to make anyone feel physically threatened (such that you would have to "hide in a corner"). Honestly, I think race had something to do with it. These women weren't frightened of Stacie, they were uncomfortable interacting with her and wanted her out. Yes, they didn't even like each other, as Trump so astutely pointed out, but I'm sure their desire to win the contest outweighed any dislike they had for each other.

That's the thing with race also - it's hard to rule it out as a factor, and I think it's unrealistic to discount it.