bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY
playwright in brooklyn, NY

let it be; let it be

March 2nd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ohhh, boy. Snow in NYC is mucking up my chances of getting back to LA. I’m looking down the barrel at a very long, deeply annoying next 24 hours in which I smell weird, am  most likely stuck somewhere or running really fast,  and everything is covered in mayonnaise.  BUT. If I have learned anything from my man friend, it’s that there’s really no point in stressing about flight drama, as you will get there when you get there. I have my health, I have a massive bag of organic gummy bears, I have work to do, I have a sandwich, but SERIOUSLY WHY IS THERE MAYONNAISE ON IT. GET IT OFF.

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Flamenco!

March 1st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am learning so many things about my little bro. He has a lot of pet peeves that are deeply practical, a total lack of patience that’s actually incredibly sympathetic, and a surprising array of things that he enjoys.  He thinks that Apple stores and cameras are the end of humanity, he’s really OCD about how you wrap food up when you put it back in the fridge, lest the food spoil, he likes to put on nice shirts when he goes nice places, and he’s REAL into flamenco dancing. He took me to a show last night, and I CAN SEE WHY. It’s soulful, rhythmic, intoxicating, Spanish tap dancing of sorts, a few singers, spanish guitar and a dancer or two, and you just sort of go away inside of it, and Dan tries to find the perfect time shout OLE! When they’re done, and it’s always just a HAIR too late, but the effort is, well, pretty much the best.

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To market, To market, to EAT ALL THE THINGS

March 1st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Spanish do many things right, including but not limited to Naps and quality denim and MARKETS. Dan took me to La Boqueria in Barcelona and I just. I MEAN.

Fresh squeezed mango kiwi juice, paella, Octopus, Gelato, fried shrimp on a stick, face-sized tomatoes, the most beautiful produce you ever did see, empanadas, candy for days, Things that were maybe Goats? but don’t worry about it, spices, olives, cheeses, more of that questionable goat item.  You wander through, marvel and eat, and pretend that you’ve got your own food network show in which you really don’t know what anything is but are just like, can I have some of that?, and then you eat it, and you’re like this thing I’m eating is really good! It has nice qualities! and the camera guy is like, how the fudge did this girl get her own show? and the other camera guy is like, I have no idea, I feel like she doesn’t know anything about food, and I’m like I CAN HEAR YOU, and then I take a nap.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

February 28th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

HI, WE’RE YOUR KIDS! Thank you for giving us life, and also the stubbornness, resourcefulness and know how to fully Live it. WE LOVE YOU ALL THE WAY FROM SPAIN!

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More Danisms, from Barcelona

February 27th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

RE: how people walk on the street, and pretty much everything that people do: “If everyone was just like me and did what I said, everything would be fine.”

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My Guided Tour.

February 26th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am loving Bro time with Dan, who is an excellent tour guide, who walks just as fast as me, if not faster. And To my JOY AND DELIGHT, it turns out that he is a most suitable museum guide, too. Not only did he slay a few semesters of Art History in college, so he actually knows things, his commentary is on point. He took me through the Prado today, which is elegantly crammed full of Spanish, German, French, and English art spanning centuries, El Greco and Rembrandt and Zurburan, Enfentas y Kings. Some favorite guidance from my tour guide:

All these girls have their cans out.

There’s a hermaphrodite. It’s a girl with a dick.

When I noted that a certain statue was missing a certain appendage: The dicks always fall off. I bet you can’t find one dick in here.

….I in fact could barely find any dicks.

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no habla any español at all

February 25th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I made it to Sppppainnnn! It’s beautiful. I love Europe. I love its streets. I’ve been here a few hours and so far there have been approximately nine thousand times in which I really, really wished I spoke Spanish. I should really, really be able to speak Spanish, and am very much regretting that time I decided that Latin would be more valuable for the SAT, and then just ended up spending four years in a classroom while a very large man shouted at us about various mythic wars. (I learned no Latin.)

It began before I even technically entered the country, whilst deplaning, when I accidentally touched an old Spanish man’s butt.

Me: Mi Scusi.

Man (irked) Que?

Me: Uh sorry. That’s Italian. Sorry. Pardon? That’s French. I AM SO VERY SORRY.

Man: (unitelligible, walking away)

Moreso than any country I’ve ever been to, Spainards, so far, will just — not speak to you in English. Like at all. You are left floundering, gesturing, While they watch you try, staring at you like, I’ll just wait while you get with the program. Also you should probably find yourself a cool scarf because I pretty much don’t want to talk to you unless you’re wearing one. It’s not arrogance, though, it’s — assuredness? Reminds me of Icelanders. We are better than you, but we’re gonna like, play it cool, and not make a big deal about it, while you catch up. Just — take your time. We’ll wait.

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L’amour est un oiseau rebelle

February 24th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m finding that now I’m finally doing things I shoulda coulda done when I actually lived in NYC, but never did. Took my sister Carrie to see Carmen at the Met — my very first opera. It was stunning, long, beautiful, opulent, boasted a chorus of 30 kids for no reason, sung in French which meant that every now and then, I did not not have to follow the text box, mostly when they were just singing, C’EST MOIIIII!!!!!!

Best part: Habenera, or L’amour est un oiseau rebelle” (“Love is a rebellious bird”,) the one song from an Opera that everyone knows, google it, you know it, bah bah bah BAH!, an abrupt and beautiful and declarative song, song by Carmen herself at the top of the show. You get her INSTANTLY.

When will I love you?
Good Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

(Love is a rebellious bird) Love…
(that none can tame,) Love…
(and you can call him, although it is, quite in vain,) Love…
(because it suits him not to come) Love…

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself (Take guard yourself!)
If you do not love me,
If you do not love me, I love you (Take guard yourself!)
But if I love you, if I love you
Take guard yourself!

(Love is a gypsy’s child,)
(It has never, never known the law;)
(If you do not love me, I love you;)
(If I love you, take guard yourself) (Take guard yourself!)

If you do not love me,
If you do not love me, I love you (Take guard yourself!)
But if I love you, if I love you
Take guard yourself!(Take guard yourself!)

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is
All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you

(All around you, swift,) Love…
(It comes, goes, then it returns) Love…
(You think to hold it fast, it flees you) Love…
(You think to flee it, it holds you) Love…

Love is a gypsy’s child,
it has never, never known the law;
if you love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, take guard yourself (Take guard yourself!)
if you love me not,
if you love me not, then I love you (Take guard yourself!)
but if I love you, if I love you
take guard yourself!

(Love is a gypsy’s child,)
(it has never known the law;)
(if you love me not, then I love you;)
(if I love you, take guard yourself) (Take guard yourself!)

if you love me not,
if you love me not, then I love you (Take guard yourself!)
but if I love you, if I love you
take guard yourself (Take guard yourself)

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self portrait

February 23rd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

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GLAMOUR.

February 22nd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

On this Oscar day of glamour and glitz and gold and plunging necklines and bow ties and spanx, I am treating myself to CAB RIDES from Brooklyn to rehearsal, something I never would have ever  done when I lived here, but hey, now I’m a real girl, a glamorous one, and also don’t want to slip and die on the sidewalk. Yes I DID take this picture myself, which went something like this:

CAB DRIVER: WHAT ARE YOU TAKE PICTURE OF?

ME (deeply ashamed):….myself.

CAB DRIVER: WHY FOR?

ME:….my blog.

Silence. Then:

CAB DRIVER: ….Are you famous?

ME:….No.

More Silence; Even more Glamour.

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