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

Big kids 

July 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

This morning, Morrison and I signed our loan documents, meaning we are officially almost HOMEOWNERS! I can’t imagine a better way to close out a process that has been stressful and terrifying and exhilarating and the reason I’ve consumed approximately 12 bottles of Rose and 37 packets of emergen C In the last week than with JOKEZ. And so here we are, pretending to sign the giant coloring book kept in the escrow office, to occupy kids while their parents sign:


Because homeowners or not, we are still, in our own way, the kids. THERE ARE LEGIT FRUIT SNACKS IN MY OVERALLS RIGHT NOW. 

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WORST WORDS

July 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Oh hi, would you like to hear two perfectly lovely innocent words that become horrible when put together and used to describe the portable bathrooms on film sets? 

HONEY. WAGON.

THEY ARE CALLED HONEY WAGONS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE WORDS ‘PEE TRUCK’ AND ‘POOP CART’ WERE NOT AVAILABLE. HONEY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. 

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This picture explains why 

July 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Why I:

- started writing plays 

- haven’t gone more than 3 days without working out in 18 years 

- fetishize cool ranch Doritos 

- feel a deep shame after I eat cool ranch Doritos 

- now I want Doritos 

- but see if I eat them then I have to work out for 5 hours 

- SEE?! IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE / STARTS WRITE PLAY ABOUT SAID CYCLE

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Edible pink lemonade 

July 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

LOOK, MA! PINK LEMONADE CAKE COOKIES BECAUSE WHIMSY AND STRESS! 

No but really, these gals not only filled two hours with purpose and charm, they taste like you made them from your toy kitchen where you lived out your first kitchen dreams, and which is to say, like 1988 but pink. 

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How to hide from your feelings and also the world 

July 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


FIND AIR CONDITIONED DARK ROOM 

PREFERABLY ONE THAT SERVES POPCORN

IF THEY HAPPEN TO MAYBE PLAY A MOVIE TOO, THAT’S NICE

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Clothes.

July 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Got me some new overalls which are TECHNICALLY maternity overalls but they are also the most comfortable article of clothing I’ve ever owned and are honestly doing a bang up job making me feel less bad about All of the entire cakes I’ve been inhaling this past month and in my opinion are perfectly respectable SO CAN WE PLEASE JUST START CALLING MATERNITY CLOTHES WHAT THEY ARE WHICH IS ACTUALLY JUST CLOTHES? 

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the Epitome of selflessness 

June 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My dear mother, who lives her life solely for others, once again flew my favorite cake in the world — pink lemonade from Deweys In Winston-Salem — across the whole dern country so that the cast of the Cake might taste the inspiration for the play during tech weekend. 



She braved security, turbulence, protected it like an actual baby, delivered it to us yesterday as we worked. As if it weren’t already sky high, the bar to which I will try to live my life, in terms of service to those I love, OFFICIALLY RAISED.

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RESTING OPEN HOUSE FACE

June 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

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The real cupcake wars 

June 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you want to witness one of the great tragicomedies of American culture, just visit any sort of office on any of its workers’ birthdays. On this loathed and sacred day, someone nice brings cupcakes, everyone sort of awkwardly sings, and then everyone sits around pretending like they’re not going to eat the cupcakes and talking about how they’re not going to eat the cupcakes, and then either giving in and eating them or staring at them hatefully while others eat them or shoving gum into their mouths so as to not eat them, or sometimes even — eating them proudly and with abandon. My co-worker Vera and I have birthdays two days apart, and because we are deeply aware of the feelings of our co-workers, we combined our cupcakes days into one. Perhaps every office should select one day of the year and just call it Birthday, and every person in the office can face-dive into vats of butter cream then take a group nap, as opposed to spreading the self restraint / gluttony bit by bit over the calendar.

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LINE: CROSSED 

June 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay y’all. I am just as into the toddler chic vibe as the next girl. But this ad on Instagram now officially crosses all of the lines 

 

THIS IS CLOTHING FOR AN ACTUAL BABY BUT FOR AN ADULT. YOU COULD LITERALLY POOP YOURSELF IN THIS. Can we agree to maintain SOME dignity while also wearing Leggings with cupcakes on them? Like pair them with at least a grown up top? 

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