day in the pants

a day in her pants: the poshdeluxe interview with erin curtis

scissors for lefty: mama yr boys will find a home –> erin and i discovered our mutual taste in music over this band. also? when i asked her about using this song, she said: “i love that line about cooking the tilapia just like she showed them. Actually last year at sxsw I made a joke about that to bryan garza, the lead singer, and he proceeded to write down his mom’s tilapia recipe for me, lol.” typical erin!

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HUZZAH IT’S FRIDAY! not that you really need anything to make friday better BUT i have QUITE a treat in store for you. the subject of today’s interview is the perfect match for friday, because she knows how to bring on the awesome.

ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, erin curtis!

ok i realize she has a camera in front of her face, but to be honest, this is a common view of erin. girlfriend LOVES using her fancy pants camera, which really benefits everyone, cos she takes some mighty fine pictures that make everyone’s skin look flawless. seriously, i am all about hi-tech photography.

i met erin for the first time in henri’s kitchen, during what i believe was the inaugural meredith & henri halloween party in 2005 (am i right? ha ha, even *i* can’t believe how weak my memory is). i had on a caution tape skirt, and erin was sporting fairy wings. it’s hard to imagine a better way to meet someone, esp. someone who turns out to be super duper cool. plus, i love it when a person i adore (such as meredith) recommends a friend to me, cos i can totally trust her judgment and then our friendship circle draws ever tighter and the fun increases exponentially and yay! friendship!

erin and i have never lived in the same city, but due to the fact that a) we both love being internetily social and b) i go to houston more often than i go to whole foods (which is to say, a lot), we have manged to have some high quality interactions. i love, LOVE, her sense of humor, her propensity for sarcasm, her dry social commentary and her eclectic taste in music and movies/tv. not to mention that she has the most beautiful little girl on the planet, m’elle, who showed up for matt & meredith’s oktoberfest party dressed in her princess outfit, which pretty much proves that erin is an awesome mom.

however, since i still don’t know erin as well as i would like to, i invited meredith to conduct the interview, which means this post just went up another Bonus Level. i figured meredith would know *exactly* what to ask in order to bring out all of erin’s many sparkling facets… and i was right! so i’ll stop right here with my introduction and let meredith’s fantastic questions and erin’s most excellent responses speak for themselves.

all i can say is, you guys are gonna enjoy the pants out of this.

interviewee and interviewer, being twinkies.

Well, Erin, due to our mind-twinsiness and co-dependent friendship, Sarah has tasked me as your Interview Maestro. Let’s start with the basics. Give the people what they want—a brief general bio of your life until now.

Hi, Mere! This is really good practice for when you get your horror review website up and running. I’m like your practice Guillermo Del Toro!

The main points of my life are not very interesting; I’m no Olivia, more’s the pity. I was born in Texas, although my entire family is from Mississippi, and that’s what I consider home. Apart from my fourth year, when I happened to randomly be the last person several people spoke to before they tragically died (in order, a motorcycle accident, cancer and a suicide – they were all strangers), my childhood was fairly normal. I was extremely introverted and shy but learned early on that the louder and more “entertaining” I could be, the less people would actually want from me, which is a really good way to hide. This lesson has served me well all my life.

After a childhood spent being severely unpopular, I moved to Austin and went to UT, where I realized that college is the unpopular, nerdy kid’s Mecca. I dated a string of emotionally dysfunctional people (and one nice one, which is how you and I met) and studied a strange assortment of subjects, but focused on Forensic Anthropology. Then I reproduced and realized that it’s impossible to find a job in Austin, in about that order, and moved back to Houston. And now I work for a Big Oil company, which is about one million light years away from what I thought I’d be doing at this age (I thought, maybe, a CIA agent. Or the cold beer seller at the ballpark.), but which generally pays the bills.

Creepy! You were like The Bad Seed when you were four! Or The Good Son. Or a Child of the Corn, what have you.

Like many of our current friends, we met while living in a crappy little hovelicious co-op called Taos. What are your favorite and least favorite Taos memories?

Probably like the sixties, the best memories are the ones I can’t remember. No, I loved a lot of things about Taos; I loved that there were 120 people who I instantly knew, and whose close proximity to me basically forced me to be social and learn new things. I loved sharing space with people who were completely different from me – arguing about politics and religion and the superiority of Tetris over Sonic the Hedgehog. I loved learning recipes from the foreign exchange students at 4 in the morning; I loved being able to find someone to talk to at 6 am when I was still up drinking from the night before. The things I hated are the things I’d hate anywhere – the Drama, the complete lack of privacy, and the fact that I could never live down or escape any mistakes I might have made, like for example dating an emotionally manipulative, abusive asshole who finds it hard to take “I don’t want to date you anymore; please leave me alone” for an answer. Uh, not that I am referring to anyone in particular.

Oh, and the dead bodies, of course. Although the dead bodies (not one, but two, people!) certainly make for a fun Warren’s conversation. We should get shirts printed up: “I’m a Taosian; ask me about the rotting corpses!”

new year’s eve 2007, featuring a taos survivor (mandy) and the most prominent guy in erin’s photography collection, due to no effort on her part and all effort on his part (ray).

You’ve got the most gorgeous and sassy little girl on the planet, M’elle, and you’ve also got an active social life. Do you sometimes feel like two different people in “mom mode” and “friends mode”, like Clark Kent and Superman?

I do, yeah, but I’ve started to wonder if that’s not the case with most parents. I think we’re led to believe, or fear, that once a kid comes along, we have to stop doing all the things we enjoy doing, which is thankfully not true. Sometimes people who meet me think that, because I have a kid, I want to get married and sit at home knitting things, or something. But it’s like, if I’d wanted domesticity, I’d be domestic. I’m much more comfortable in raising m’elle to be a rock star.

Also, I’ve just now polled m’elle about who she prefers between Clark Kent and Superman, and she looked at me like I was stupid and said, “Spiderman is better than Superman OR Clark Kent, duh.” So, there you go.

Sorry, Moody, but M’elle’s got you there.

this is m’elle. as you can clearly see, she is the most amazing little girl on the planet. which is why she correctly answered the question with “spiderman.”

Erin, other than Sarah, you have the best and most extensive taste in music of anyone I know. However, when we first became friends, you told me you didn’t listen to anything other than The Beatles. How did your library evolve until you became the savvy music connoisseur you are today?

Ha, I think when I met you I was in one of my grumpy, “I hate everything new” phases that I cycle through every few years. But actually, it’s because I grew up on The Beatles, The Kinks, etc that I think I listen to so much new stuff today. Somewhere in the mid-00s, thank god, indie music stopped its decade-long campaign of sucking the life out of everything it touched and became fun again. And, in truth, what it became was “boys with guitars play slick-chords and bop around” which is my favorite genre of music. So I started listening to bands like Franz Ferdinand and then just started branching out from there. Now I’ll listen to just about anything once, and I’ve also stopped taking myself so damn seriously and thus will listen to a lot of stuff that probably would not have passed my faux-intellectual muster in college.

You’re also my go-to TV gal. As in, if Erin recommends a show to me, I know I’d better watch it tout suite or I’ll be missing out on some televisual brilliance. In particular, you’ve got some great British telly recommendations. Please list your all-time top 5 favorite US shows and top 5 favorite British shows.

Yay, a chance to recommend tv! My favorite thing to do!

British:

Spaced – Spaced will forever be my favorite show because it’s the only show that basically all about me. The characters are nerdy slackers who are far more interested in making sci-fi and comic book references than they are in being productive members of society. Which is awesome, because I think being a productive member of society blows. Also, it has my forever Fictional Boyfriend, non-literature division: Tim Bisley.

The Mighty Boosh – The Boosh is an example of television that we would never see over here in the States. It’s just too weird. Talking apes, mystical shamans, Monkey Hell, psychotic evil Nanna demons come to take over Shoreditch? Comedy gold, folks. Also it has the dream team of Julian Barrett and Noel Fielding, whose hair (facial or on-top-of-head) is the stuff dreams are made of.

Life On Mars – Okay, can I just use this platform here to, once again, urge people NOT to watch the American remake of Life on Mars? Just don’t do it. For me. Watch the original LoM instead, in which a modern-day Mancunian cop is sent back to 1973. Is he mad, in a coma, or BACK IN TIME? It has the puppy-eyed John Simm in some pretty fly 70s suits and the amazing Philip Glenister as Gene Hunt, who is the greatest racist, sexist, homophobic, crooked cop you’ll ever meet. And, as a show, it has perhaps the most satisfying ending ever.

State of Play – I’m not sure this counts, since it’s really just a miniseries. But it’s AMAZING. It’s a very tightly plotted political thriller, and the short series of episodes (there are only 6 hour-long episodes) means that not a moment is wasted or unimportant. It has a great ensemble cast, including (once again) John Simm, Bill Nighy, Kelly Macdonald and James McAvoy, and they work really well off each other. I think it actually is being released to Region 1 dvd soon, so you should definitely rent it and watch it over the course of a few days.

Nevermind the Buzzcocks – I so lose points for this one, but I can’t help it! I love quiz shows, and I love music, and I love drunk musicians taking the piss out of people. So how could I not like Buzzcocks? Due to some dedicated file-sharing, a video iPod and the need to watch tv at the gym, I’ve actually seen every single episode aired. That’s, like . . . a lot of episodes, considering they’re in their 22^nd series.

American TV:

The X-Files – always and forever! One thing the Brits just can’t do well is sci-fi; I think it’s a budgetary issue. The X-Files is the first television show that I remember actually thinking about beyond just watching it. I love that show; and it broke my heart when it went all crappy there after about season 5. (sorry for the spoiler, mere.) At least enough time has passed that I can be excited about the new movie, instead of dreading whatever new way Chris Carter has devised to screw up everything.

Buffy – Hey, remember that time on Sarah’s blog when it turned out like 5 of the commenters had never seen/did not like Buffy? That was a super sad time in my life. One word, haters: Hush. Two more, actually: The Body. Get back to me after that.

i’m not sure what erin was doing in this picture, but i have decided that this facial expression approximates a vampire and am therefore placing it by her buffy response.

Friday Night Lights – my main failure in life, as I see it, is the fact that I can’t get people to watch this show. The first season is perhaps the most perfectly crafted season of a show EVER; the characters are deftly drawn and sound like real people, and it’s gorgeously shot. The second season didn’t live up to the expectations set by the first, but it’s still pretty amazing. Plus, Coach Taylor has the world’s most awesome hair.

The Amazing Race – I know, I know, it’s a reality show and thus does not deserve its place among the gods of scripted television. But it can be so sly and clever – the editors are, forgive me, amazing – and I love seeing all the different spots in the world. I will probably never get to see Victoria Falls for myself; but I’ve seen them on tv! That’s almost as good!

Arrested Development – Sigh. I miss that show.

Subquestion: What do you think is the difference between American and British television?

Production values, mostly, and sheer scope. British tv is generally a lot more personally produced – the creators are the writers are the stars are the directors, etc. This allows for a lot more creative control, I think. Also the shorter seasons improve the quality; I think – the seasons are generally much better plotted, with less “filler” eps. American tv has way more money, though, so they can have these epic, grand ideas. For better or worse, you’d never see LOST come out of the BBC, you know?

She’s not all TV, folks! Erin’s also an enormous science nerd, which I say with all due admiration. Talk a little about your love for anthropology, science in general and bestowing your kitties with hopelessly dorky names.

I think I always enjoyed and relied on science because it gave hard answers in an otherwise crazy, mixed-up world. I like knowing the why of things, I guess, although as an old professor of mine would say, “science is not about knowing the answers, but rather asking the questions.” Once when I was younger, I went to the Houston Zoo and walked over to the Orangutan exhibit. If you’ve never been, they’ve got this little side viewing area where, if you’re lucky, you can see the orangs from up close. And I was crouched down there, studying them, and all of a sudden the female adult came over to the viewing window. I put my hand up to the plexiglass and she did the same, to where we were completely mirrored. It sounds cheesy, but I felt really connected to her, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a greater sense of purpose as I did just then – this knowledge that I had to find out everything I could about the things that bridged this animal and myself. So it only made sense that I’d study anthropology, to discover how we got to be this way and in what ways we’re different from our closest relatives.

As for my cats, I have two, and their names are Schrodinger and Heisenberg. This will make you laugh if you ever took physics, and will make you shake your head in despair if you didn’t, like my mom does.

schrodinger, mocking you for not really knowing anything about his namesake cos you were too busy writing “mu r a torque” on people’s book covers.

You’re quite the avid reader with wildly varying tastes, from highbrow literature to trashy mystery novels to completely-alien-to-me science books. Do you read them all at the same time, or do you have to be in a certain mood for a certain genre?

I’m mercurial by nature, and I usually have to be in the mood for just about everything I do. I will get in these months-long ruts where I only want to read trashy fiction or philosophy books or post-apocalyptic dystopia novels or books about primates or chemistry, etc. Then I sort of burn out on them and move on to something else, only to cycle back around eventually. Right now I’m simultaneously in a Nora Roberts phase (I think I’ve read her entire catalogue in the last two months; Talena can tell you how ridiculous this is) and a classic horror phase – I’ve just finished Poe’s collected works and I’m about to reread Dracula. I can only assume it’s due to stress; I want to completely zone out when I read right now.

Erin, you work with your mom and live very close to your parents and see them all the time. What are the benefits and drawbacks to this situation?

The main benefit of being anywhere near my parents is free food. I usually come sniffing around their house at least once a week, all, “oh, I was just here to pick up some mail. Oh, you’re having dinner? Well, that looks nice.” And of course, it’s incredibly nice to have them close enough to lean on when I need leaning. But at the same time, I find myself having to defend my actions a lot – “yes, mom, it’s TOTALLY important that I drive up to Austin to dress up as a pirate, actually.” – which of course I wouldn’t have to do if I didn’t see them all the time, because I just wouldn’t tell them anything at all about my life, which is the way I operated for my entire college career.

You once had a shirt that said, “I’m Famous on the Internet.” This is, indeed, true. Please explain in further detail to your audience how they, too, can become e-Erin groupies.

Right now I’m in the market to figure out how my dubious internet fame (which has diminished a lot since I started this new job) can be used to make Ryan North of Dinosaur Comics fall in love with me. I’m accepting any e-groupies who can make this happen.

Let’s face the facts. You’re a Cheese Addict. You need help. What are your favorite cheeses, and what cheeses don’t even deserve to be thusly dubbed with that sacred name?

I love mozzarella. Real mozzarella, fresh from the buffalo, I mean. Not that shit they sell in bags. I could eat my weight in mozzarella cheese. I also adore Pierre Robert, which is this semi-soft French cow’s milk cheese that is like sin on a cracker. The only cheeses I turn my nose up for are the processed ones. I have great love in my heart for all of God’s cheeses.

You’re the proud owner of a gargantuan metal suitcase filled with make-up, and you do these awesome things with it that I couldn’t begin to attempt. Every time we get ready together, I ask you this question, but you’ve never answered to my satisfaction. How do you do it? Where did you learn to be a Make-Up Master?

I seriously think you need to get out into the world more, kid. I can’t do anywhere near the amount of awesome stuff other people can do. I really want to learn how to do pop art eye makeup, but every time I experiment on myself, it just goes pear-shaped and I end up looking like a tranny. Most of the makeup tips I know I learned from my friend Sherrie, who was the master at turning a MAC compact into a work of art. But honestly, it’s not hard! You’re not missing out on some great secret, I assure you.

as evidenced by this interview, when these two ladies get together, you KNOW you’re in for a good time.

You’re a domestic goddess, constantly baking up tasty and beautiful treats for friends and co-workers. When did you learn to cook?

Oddly enough, at Taos. I got stuck on a breakfast shift because I pissed off Ty, the Labor Czar at the time (um, for non-Taosians, we lived in a housing co-op. Everyone had to do 4 hours of labor a week. We cooked all our own meals, cleaned up after ourselves, sort of, and did other work around the building), so I just started experimenting with stuff. Of course I never bothered to make anything look pretty at Taos, because it would have been wasted on the unwashed masses, but I’ve been practicing it ever since. Unfortunately, I possess absolutely no artistic talent whatsoever, so my end product almost always falls short of my vision.

Uhm, did you see the lumpy, lopsided Betty Crocker cake I made for Sarah and Henri’s birthday? Your culinary creations are genius to me.

Seeing as how you’re one of my all-time favorite dance partners, I want to hear about your career as a budding dancer when you were wee and how that developed into your becoming the dance party staple you are today.

I started dancing when I was almost four, and I took the standard assortment: ballet, tap, jazz, etc. I stopped doing ballet my first year en pointe because I broke my ankle and it healed incorrectly, and then I danced off and on for a few more years. And then I joined the dreaded drill team, which taught me many life lessons, like how to hold my head up while rumors of me engaging in an orgy swirled around school (this just shows you how lame high school is; I bet if someone went around telling people I’d been in an orgy now, I’d be way more popular) and how to work towards a common goal with a group of people you can’t stand.

I was never gifted at dance, which I think is why I stuck with it for as long as I did. I was determined to do it well. I always promise myself I’ll take classes at the Met near where you work, but schedules/bank balances/fatassery usually prevent me from following through.

Plus lame friends who have no talent for being embarrassed by scrawny uppity junior high kids. I’m thin-skinned, Erin! Don’t judge me!

ballerina erin, basking in the glory of her dancing queen days (FYI i NEED that pipe cleaner tiara).

Erin-go-bragh: it’s in your blood! You’re quite the proud Irishwoman. What parts of your personality do you attribute to the old green, white and orange running through your veins?

Heh, it’s hard to be a Southerner and be proud of that fact without sounding like a redneck, so my mom instilled in me instead a love for the Motherland, despite the fact that she’s never actually been to Ireland, nor has my grandfather, who was the first of his family born in America. I think like a lot of Americans, we’ve completely forgotten or ignored the reasons why our ancestors left their home and traveled here in the first place, and instead just spend all our time talking about how much we want to return to our roots.

That said, my family is loud and argumentative and can drink lesser people under the table before 10 am, and 98% of all the Irish people I’ve ever met are the same way, so maybe there’s something to be said for geographic destiny.

Fun Family Fact! My great-great grandfather’s name was Christopher Columbus Callahan. Seriously. His son, who left Ireland for America, was named Napoleon Bonaparte Callahan. Thankfully, old Napoleon stopped the madness and named my grandfather a respectable Thomas.

Long-time readers of your excellent blog (which everyone should be, go there now) already know the answer to this, but for the rest of the Posh Deluxe readership, answer me this. You’ve just won the lottery. Go:

Okay, let it be said that this plan is contingent on winning Mega-Millions, not some wimpy 4 mil Texas Lotto.

10% goes to my church, which I don’t even go to, but I’d feel guilty if I didn’t tithe.

10% goes to local charities, both legitimate ones like the United Way, and completely ridiculous ones, like The Society for the Beautification of Hwy 59, or something.

I buy my parents a house – probably one of those McMansions my mom seems to like, that I can’t stand.

I buy myself a house, some nice pre-war Craftsmen bungalow that I can refurbish.

Then I buy tons of vacay homes in lots of places, which will be open year round for any of my friends to go to. I’ll be like my own timeshare company! Only you don’t have to pay anything or listen to a sales spiel! You just have to come drinking with me sometime!

Then I go on a tour of the world for a few years, and spend at least a few days in every country on the planet.

Then I settle down and open my dream bookstore, which would be in some quaint Victorian home, and would in fact be a home for books. I would decorate it just like a house, and all of the genres would be located in the rooms that made the most sense. We’d serve whiskey and wine in the evening, and everyone could curl up by the fire in a deep armchair and spend the hours getting lost in someone else’s vision.

ERIN! You always forget the part where you buy me stuff!

Thanks for showing the rest of Sarah’s audience what I already know: Erin Elizabeth Curtis is one dangerously rad lady.

i asked erin to send me pictures for the interview, and when she sent me this one, i wasn’t sure why. then i looked him up and and discovered that this is the heat miser, who is “a blustery, quick-tempered hothead.” hmm. doesn’t ring any bells…

and thank you MEREDITH for conducting such an excellent interview!! seriously, cut it out, you’re makin’ me look bad…

so let’s get to the general poshdeluxe questions:

what is yr #1 favorite food?

That is like asking a Catholic who their favorite Pope is. I love food, and I love trying new foods. But if I had to pick an absolute favorite, I would say fondue, because it’s basically the only food that counts as a meal and is comprised of my two favorite things: cheese and wine.

what is yr top restaurant recommendation in austin? what’s the best thing on the menu?

Am I allowed to say Taco Shack? (Shack Taco, no eggs, I will love you forevs!!) When I was in college, I spent a good six month period only dating boys who were rich enough to take me to Mezzaluna so that I could have the roasted duck. Considering that I had to spend at least two hours making conversation with people who’d go on and on about their investment portfolios, I think this shows a remarkable commitment on my part to that place.

tell me about yr top area of expertise.

primate evolution, regression formulas based on different parts of the human anatomy, and the literature of black homosexual men in preWW2 America. If I could find a job that incorporated all of that, I’d be really happy. (i realize this is actually three things. Oh, wait. Parenthetical asides. So, four.)

what was yr favorite item of clothing as a child?

When I was a young child, it was of course my Michael Jackson “Thriller” shirt, which I attempted to wear every day for two years. My mom would let me out of the house with it on about two tries out of ten. When I was in high school, it was my uncle’s Vietnam-era Air Force uniform shirt, which was just ragged enough to be considered ironically punk.

what was yr favorite toy as a child? (the moody bonus question)

I’m the first to get the moody bonus question! Awesome. I think my favorite toy as a child was my stuffed dog, Sad Sack, who I am only mildly ashamed to admit I still sleep with, 28 years later.

i had to post another picture of m’elle, cos she is so incredibly good-looking. like mother, like daughter!

what do you plan on doing when you’re 80?

Not being alive, hopefully. It’s my wish to not outlive anyone I love, because being the one left behind sucks, and also I don’t think I’d handle it very well. So I’m hoping I’m the first to go, and for years after, everyone will say, “the best party I ever went to was Erin’s funeral! Free shots!”

if you could assemble yr own ocean’s 11, who would you pick and why?

My first pick would be Meredith, because I think at some point we’d have to dress in ridiculous costumes in order to sneak by security, and as we both know, Mere’s closet is a treasure trove of costume possibilities. (Also she just today told me what I should wear to Daniel and Leah’s birthday party; she’s really good at telling people what costumes to wear.) Speaking of Daniel G, I’d have all three Carnies (hi matt! hi josh katz!), because I would want to fuel my heist with their delicious beer-soaked food. Also because Matt could make us all of our weaponry. You can’t have a robbery without an acid gun. My friend Cat would provide the much-needed sarcasm and budgetary kung-fu, which is good because I suck at budgeting anything, even robbery. My friends Anne and Sarah (another sarah, not you!) would be the Obligatory Accented People. Then I’d have you to start all the dance parties, plus wear all the iconic posh outfits that People rave about in their Best Dressed lists. m’elle can charm the pants off anyone, so I’d make her distract the security people while we slipped out with the cash. And there should be a Love Interest, and since it’s my heist, I’d get a bearded Scottish one that’s built like a lumberjack.

what is yr best karaoke song?

One that doesn’t involve actual singing. So, “Toxic.”

do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? who?

When I was a kid, people’d tell me that I looked like Mackenzie Phillips. This is not exactly a complement, and, also, it’s kinda lame. Oh, also, I get a lot of Punky Brewster, cause of the freckles and the tendency to wear mismatched socks with my Cons.

tell me something scandalous!

Sometimes when I can’t get to sleep at night, I try to list all the people I’ve made out with, like counting sheep. I can’t seem to get past 65 before passing out. I’m not sure if that’s soothing or scandalous, actually.

erin, as meredith has already shown, you are the pant’s pijamas!!! (get it? like cat’s pijamas but… what? i’m trying too hard?). thanks for being the subject of this interview, and thanks for being awesome!

LINKS

erin actually sent me this link to hilarious science fair projects. i’ve seen a few of the pics before, but WOW. the WEALTH of irony on that site is… well, worth of a science fair project.

have you guys heard of yummyfun kooking?!!!! i MUST SEE IT!! the website alone is enough to induce a sugar coma… there are CUPCAKES. GIGGLING. THEY ARE GIGGLING!!!!!

a guy scaled the new york times building!! that is a way better choice than the conde nast building, esp. if you’re looking for free publicity.

animal face hair hats. yes, they are exactly what you are picturing.

new york magazine went around and asked people what they ate for breakfast. this is my kind of journalism.

as if you needed ANY MORE AWESOME for yr friday, watch this SQUEEEE video hilary sent me of a cupcake dance!! set to amelie music!! ATTENTION EVERYONE I HAVE JUST DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. IN LIEU OF FLOWERS, PLEASE SEND CUPCAKES.

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