The first day I arrived in Aix-en-Provence, I met a small, feisty Dominican named Ericka–my housemate for the next four months. Following a brief introduction at the airport, we unpacked into our new rooms separately, and immediately took naps. After dinner, Ericka came into my room–with a handful of condoms. She simply said “Here,”, threw the condoms at me, and continued, “I’m an R.A. and I want you to be safe. If you need more, I have a suitcase full of them,” then walked out. Little did I know, this condom wielding munchkin would become my best friend.
Ericka may be fun-sized, but she has the personality of a giant. My favorite topic to hear her complain about is the fact that she gets picked up at parties–and by ¨picked up¨, I mean physically lifted up into the air. “It was a great night of dancing,” she would begin, “but then everyone started to pick me up.” And once one person starts, everyone joins in, and Ericka ends up being passed around the room from person to person. This happens more times than one would deem acceptable.
We spend nearly every day together, walking to class, going on Valentine’s Day dates, watching “specific” movies together, doing Insanity, having pillow talk every night–you name it. She is the Laurel to my Hardy, the Merry to my Pippin, and the Dumb to my Dumberer. And after months of threatening her, the day for her blog post to reach the light of day has finally arrived.
If anyone could claim to be my number one fan in life, it would be Ericka. She has watched all of my acting videos, been my audience at the open mic and talent shows in Aix, listened to and critiqued my ukulele practices, and she continues to read every single one of my blog posts. As I write each post, Ericka pesters me from her adjoining room, saying, “Is it up yet is it up yet is it up yet?!?” Then, when I finally post my blog, Ericka reads it slowly and meticulously from her desk, with her adorable Dominican accent, laughing every five seconds and reading parts of it out-loud.
There are an endless amount of stories I could write about Ericka, and we’ve had enough adventures together to write an entire book; but, I’ll limit it to a few, based on some quotes she has spoken over the past few months. Enjoy these stories, because her personality shines way too bright in all of them.
1) Homo Erectus.
Before I left the states, I had an interesting conversation with my hairdresser. She claimed that European men have the biggest penises. I, of course, had to discuss this fact with Ericka. Here’s a snippet of our conversation:
- “Ericka, I heard that French men and Scottish men have the biggest penises.”
Ericka takes a moment to reflect upon this information, then explains, carefully,
- “I think that’s because of Homo Erectus. No. The Neanderthals. Definitely the Neanderthals.”
2) The Air Freshener
Throughout our French house, there are multiple automatic air fresheners. We each have one in our adjoining rooms, and they spray a scent every 15 minutes. The air fresheners annoyed me to no end the first month we lived there, because mine and Ericka’s were delayed from each other by 14 seconds. This was annoying. Anyway, what we never realized until it was too late, was that the air freshener could run out…in the middle of the night.
At 3:45 a.m., Ericka and I woke up to what sounded like a fire alarm–coming from her air freshener. In a sleepwalk slumber, Ericka got out of bed, grabbed the air freshener contraption, and attempted to open it. Next, came the sound of her throwing it on the floor. To no end, Ericka smashed and smashed the evil device, hopelessly attempting to end its life. In desperation, Ericka took the air freshener, walked out of her room, through my room, to the door leading into the hallway. Then, she went into the bathroom, violently tossed the air freshener into a cabinet, shut the door, shut the bathroom door, shut my door, and returned to bed, tranquil as if nothing had happened.
A few hours later, our host mom Sophie discovered the contraption hidden in the bathroom, still beeping violently. Our battle was messy, but at least we had some semblance of a victory. A few weeks later, my air freshener went off in the middle of the night; but this time we were prepared with knives and forced it open. Then, we left a note on top of the now dead air freshener on the kitchen table, for Sophie to find the next day, stating “NOUS AVONS GAGNÉ!” (we won).
3) My graduation party.
I’ve been planning my graduation party for when I return back to the States, and there have been a few issues of coordination and planning within my family; making it a stressful and annoying issue. Ericka’s analysis of this banal problem?
- “I feel like your party is going to be at the White House, and I will be greeted by Barack and Michelle Obama. They will tell me what wine glasses I can and cannot drink out of.”
4) 9/11
On a random day in March, I decided to watch old 9/11 videos and the movie ¨Flight 93¨. It was a very depressing day. Not to mention, a few weeks before, I was certain that I would die on my flight from Barcelona to Mallorca, because the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling during turbulence. Because of this, I had somehow accepted my fate that, yes, one day I will die. Ericka’s contribution to this day?
- “If it would make you feel any better, we can make a mini Twin Tower! And you can like. Jump. If you want to. Like on the sidewalk or something.”
5) Cultural Differences
When you live with someone, you become quite close with them. What I didn’t expect or even anticipate was how close I would become with Ericka until she forced it upon me. One day, Ericka and I entered the house after walking home from school. As I told her a story about my day, Ericka went to the toilet, kept the door open, began to pee, and popped her little head out so she could still talk to me. I immediately started laughing and tried to look away, respecting her privacy, but she continued to look at me obstinately, and simply stated,
- “Cultural differences my dear.”
6) Bullying
Our host mom thought that Ericka was bullying me. Enough said. We laugh about this every other day. BUT IS SHE?
7) Shaun T
Ericka is in love with Shaun T, a fitness trainer who created the workout program “Insanity”. Unfortunately for Ericka, he is happily gay and married. But that doesn’t stop her from working out to his videos everyday, and being extremely vocal about it.
- “Yeah Shaun T, I’ll do it just like that, I know how you like it.”
- “I feel it, I feel it Shaun T. YES. YES.”
- “You can touch me like that too, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
8) Chippendales
Ericka and I happily watched and drooled over “Magic Mike” together. Needless to say, we were extremely interested when we passed a sign for Ladies’ Night at the Woohoo, that included a free hour of open bar AND Chippendales. At the show, Ericka screamed and screamed in enjoyment. I kept looking over to her, laughing at all of her reactions, until she yelled at me,
- “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Don’t look at me, LOOK AT THEM!”
9) Miscellaneous Quotes
- “I’m gonna shoot an arrow at your wings and bring you down to earth. Hard. Because I know you like it like that.”
- “There’s nothing like getting in bed. It’s the best welcome and the hardest goodbye.”
(Watching American Beauty)
- Me: “I’m just so in love with him. Even though he’s a psychopath.”
- Ericka: “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll cut you to pieces while you’re having sex.”
Every time Ericka talks with her family:
- “AY, DIOS MIO”
When Ericka met me at Parc Jourdan with a huge smile on her face:
- “I have a present for you.”
- (She pulls out three black and white pictures of Bruno Mars.)
- “For our room!”
Commenting upon how much cereal I eat every morning:
- “Uh oh, looks like the cereal monster attacked again!”
(That’s me. I can finish a box in a day.)
10) The Appropriate End
The culmination of our friendship occurred at IAU’s Talent Show this past Friday night. Throughout our four months together, Ericka and I have shared a special Bruno Mars ¨Uptown Funk¨ bond. I remember the first day we walked to and from school together–getting lost in our new little town, not knowing where to go–we sang ¨Uptown Funk¨ to the beat of our steps. We’d listen to it as we went on our morning runs together, when we did homework, and even when we were ready to go to bed but wanted a late-night dance party instead. Of course, we wanted to share our love for this song to the entire universe, and attempted to sing it twice at karoake night; but, apparently ,we showed up ¨too late to make a song request¨.
The first time we sang ¨Uptown Funk¨ together in public was at a bar in Prague; but this situation was less than ideal because some drunk American girl kept stealing the mic from us. Fast-forward to this past Friday night, at the IAU Talent Show. I had already performed a few times, when Ericka approached me and said, ¨We HAVE to do it.¨
So, we picked up our mics, loaded the Funk of the Uptown, and sang and danced our hearts out in front of our peers. And do you know what happened? The entire room stood up to dance and sing WITH us. It was a Bruno Mars dream come true! We started a dance party that lasted a good two hours after we had finished singing. Granted, most of the students and even the faculty were drunk off of wine, but it was a moment that brought all of us together, during our last week in France, where we could all let loose and enjoy the company of those around us. And there I was, dancing and singing my favorite song with my best friend, and I couldn’t be happier.
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Ericka, I may not understand you all of the time, because I only speak 4 words in Spanish (thanks Duo-Lingo!), but I do know that if you ever asked me to buy a McFlurry for you, I would. Thank you for holding my hand and walking me home whenever I drink too much, giving my cell-phone number to everyone at le 3C, and researching you-know-what together for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT. I’m happy to be the new travel-fashion-photographer for the girl whose face has been seen all over the Dominican Republic, and I can’t wait for the next time I can push you down the hill in a shopping cart. Here’s to all of the dégustations du vin we have ahead of us, and finding a new Magic Mike in Florida for your birthday. I’m going to miss you so much little nugget. My amazing experience in Aix wouldn’t be the same without you being a part of it.
- ¨Ericka, you’re going to love the blog post I wrote about you.¨
- ¨I’m sure I will. If it’s coming from you, I’m going to love it.¨
Trying not to cry,
Tash.
¨There’s not a word yet, for old friends who’ve just met.¨ –Jim Henson