Posted By: Coco Buchanan
Erica is a friend of me & Stella’s. She bakes cookies like nobody’s business at all hours of the day, is always down for impromptu karaoke or dance parties (in sneakers, even), and has possibly the most oft-mispronounced last name ever, even though it’s quite simple, and you’d think people wouldn’t stray too far from what it actually is. But, no. Also, she’s is often wracked with Catholic guilt about things that have nothing to do directly with Catholicism, necessarily (interviewees, Just Like Us!). It can make for good work ethic, but caaa-razaaay rage sessions with yours truly. RAGEPOD AGAINST THE MACHINE!
CB: Where you from & where do you stay at?
ES: I’m from the suburbs of Buffalo–Hamburg, to be exact. These days I stay in Park Slope.
CB: Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?
ES: Pop-pop/Big John/the Great White Hunter: a man recovering from decades with permed hair, too many kids, and no fewer than three jobs at any given time. These days he’s “retired” which means he works one job, and is building a house in the middle of nowhere that’s exactly what he’s always wanted.
CB:What is your problem?
ES: I find these kind of questions intimidating, even though (or, “therefore”) I’m kind of brassy and obnoxious.
CB: What sound or noise do you love?
ES: Children. Even if they’re screaming for hours I’d rather hear that than any adult I’ve met thus far.
CB: Oysters or Peanuts at happy hour?
ES: Peanuts…but I wish pretzels were an option Continue reading