December 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
Behold, my seasonal Christmas sweater from Target which I just discovered has a mysterious, grape colored, Africa shaped stain on the back!
In my mind, it is Red, the Red of wreath ribbons, the red of candy cane stripes, the red of Santa Claus, of holly berries, of ornaments. BUT PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME IT’S ORANGE.
DISCUSS, AT GREAT LENGTH, DEBATE AMONGST YOURSELVES, AND GET BACK TO ME.
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December 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
Today, on things of little consequence: I’ve been rolling with the wee moleskin calendar for years and years. This year, I thought to myself, next year, I will be a person who uses their phone as a calendar, like many humans do, so I never have to say, I don’t know if I can do this or that, I have to look at my calendar, which I don’t have right now. I would instead always have all of my commitments right in front of me, in my pocket, in my phone, snuggled up with contacts and pictures of sandwiches and showtunes and mysterious Notes that just read ‘flat liners?’ and ’31055678990′ and ‘Peter’s friends.’ I really wanted to be that person, organized, digital, paperless. But then I tried to put something in my robot phone calendar, didn’t like it, and so then I caved. I’m going old school calendar again in 2015, paper and ink, because I still want to write things down, I want to take pen to paper and smudge it with my hand, because I want to spill wine on it,write ‘DENTIST!!!!!!’ Then cross it out and then write DENTIST!!!!!! again.
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December 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
All over the news this AM were skiers gearing up to shred some snowgnar in NorCal, on beds of fresh snow, since it’s been raining east coast style here, take THAT, the drought, and I thought to myself, for perhaps the first time ever, HEY SKIING! I SHOULD DO THAT, THAT LOOKS FUN!, and then I remembered that the one other time I went, in high school, I railed down a bunny slope with no idea what to do with my limbs and slammed into a toddler, whose mother then yelled at me, GET OFF THE SLOPES! But, in the last year, I have surprised myself with the shredding of the water-gnar, which I never thought I’d do. And I ask you: what is snow, but frozen gnar?
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December 15th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
I have a problem. I am addicted to making and decorating Christmas cookies. I approach it with the same obsession and mania and precision that say, a heroin addict might approach their Fix. It settles me.
Worse things I could be addicted to:
- drinking paint
- pony play (in which you dress up like a pony and feel as if you’ve found yourself and let people ride and pet you)
- a certain TLC show called My Strange Addiction in which people are addicted to things like drinking paint and pony play which I am not addicted to at all
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December 14th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
So fortunate to get to break story and take names and also make names up with these fine people every day. Also, we clean up GOOD!
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December 13th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
It is onnnnn
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December 12th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
am an 85 year old woman and I could not be happier about it.
- I asked santa for warm socks and slippers and hand lotion.
- all I want to do is bake and then bake more.
- the inside of my head is 75% Oh Come All Ye Faithful, over and over.
- last night I got home and my Bing Crosby christmas record had arrived and I leapt with joy, just a little bit, but just enough to pull a muscle and hit my leg on a chair. I then dropped the record.
- Tonight manfriend and I are going to make a gingerbread house and I have potentially never been happier about anything in all of life.
- I want to nap for ten years.
- I just googled Bed made of Chicken Pot Pie (note: there is such thing (YET.))
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December 11th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
Say, are you a busy lady? Do you like to eat food but also not get fat? Me too! Look at us with our day planners, our parking passes, our pencil skirts, our messy buns! High five, us. Like You, I am constantly on the hunt for things that I can make when I get home and I’m starving that will nourish me but that also I can make and eat in under five minutes. My latest favorite:
Pop open a can of this guy while also responding to emails while also unloading the dishwasher! Add salt because guys there is not enough salt in this low sodium soup, and also pepper, Cumin, red pepper flakes, some chopped up kale and chicken sausage. Heat and eat. LOOK AT YOU, YOU COOKED! NOW GO DO SOME CRUNCHES WHILE YOU SEND SOME THANK YOU CARDS WHILE ALSO WRITING YOUR SCREENPLAY!
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December 10th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
The best part about playwriting other than all of the other best parts is when a play that’s been living in your head for some time becomes real, and the final and integral ingredient, the proverbial baking soda if you will, the audience, comes to play, and some love it, some hate it, some laugh, some shake their heads aggressively, some fall asleep, but then Larry, approaching 90, grabs your hand after, and says to you, I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know if I believe in heaven. I don’t know what I think or feel. But I didn’t care, because I was there the whole time. I was with it. I was with you. Larry: I’m with you, too, and, if nothing else, this Play’s for you. It’s like a Budweiser but just with way more words.
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December 9th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter
I was heading into Play Group at Ars Nova when my phone rang and it was my Home and I immediately knew something was wrong. At that point both little brostetters were deployed, and I’d had a couple of strange dreams recently about little brostetter Tim, in particular. Tim and I shared a room growing up, and even then, with him sleeping on the bunk below me, I used to have this recurring dream that he was being chased, or in danger, or that he was missing, have I already shared this? I have probably already shared this. Point being, I weirdly just knew.
A pause that lasted approximately ninety seven years.
Dad: Tim’s been shot.
Then, a pause that lasted approximately one hundred and ninety seven million years.
Dad: …But he’s going to be okay.
Me: WHY THE PAUSE. SERIOUSLY DAD WHY THE PAUSE.
Once assured that he was fine, and was being taken the hospital, and that Dan was flying in from AfghanisDAN and meeting him there, once general fears were allayed, I went into Ars, where I saw my at that point fairly newish friend and other playwright, Dylan, and then I immediately burst into tears and he hugged me, basically cementing our friendship forever.
This is just a tiny, fairly undramatic slice of a memory. No one died, everyone is alive and well. But I will never. Never. Ever ever ever ever forget it, because for the tiniest of seconds, I thought I’d lost Tim, and I will never stop being grateful, every stinking day, that he is still here.
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