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

Happy Birthday to my Person.

September 28th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hobbies include:

  • Purchasing and Wearing Fun Shirts
  • Over-tipping servers, just for kindess’s sake
  • Consuming just ONE too many Old Fashioneds
  • jovially flipping off the well-tipped waiter, then saying shhhhhhhh to his entree
  • Being my favorite person

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where to Look when your brother Weds

August 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Tiny baby brother Tim got married on Friday, to a  gorgeous, grounded and kind cardiac nurse — and by kind nurse, I mean she left her rehearsal dinner to escort a family member who was having a heart event* to the ER (*what playwrights call bad heart things.)  I don’t know what I was expecting, watching my youngest brother, who I shared a room with for years, who I think the largest world of, who I think has the the tenderest of hearts and sharpest of wits though he never presents with either — marry the girl he loves — but basically every time I caught him looking at her with any sort of love, the kind of of love that shuts out the world and the wedding and all expectations and even the past, I sobbed through my eyelash glue for 17 seconds.

I didn’t have to do a toast, but obviously, Dan and Pete toasted Tim. The toasts were beautiful, laced with emotional restraint and military humor and humble admissions of what it feels like to look up to your younger brother, and obviously, I sat as close to all of them as humanly possible while these toasts were happening, like I’m basically sitting on Sarah’s lap. Another obviously: I took a million pictures because it’s rare to see my three brothers together, feeling something. Traveling back to LA last night, I looked at each of these pictures, trying to find the best one(s) so that I might delete some… but really, each one I took is essential. While they all look basically the same, each captures a tiny feeling felt by a brother, warm stabs otherwise covered.

PETE LOOKS AT FLOOR SO AS TO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT:

TIM DRINKS BEER SO AS TO NOT FEEL

DAN LOOKS AT CELING SO AS TO NOT SOB

DAN DOES STAND UP WORTHY OF LATE NIGHT TELEVISION, TIM’S LUNGS LEAK TEARS

DAN’S TOAST GETS PHYSICAL, TIM THINKS ABOUT BEATING HIM UP LATER, PETE FOCUSES ON CHANDELIER SO AS TO NOT HUG TIM

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the best of Boys

June 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

For girls with brothers, I think there is a special place in the heart that explodes when their love and their brother do literally anything together, like laugh together, or stand next to each other, or play a game with each other, or even stand next to each other while playing games. THIS PICTURE / MEMORY NOW LIVES IN THAT CORNER OF MY HEART.

 

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moment catcher

May 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I promise that tomorrow I’ll return to regular coverage of my weird bad dreams, but just one more time, Tulum. I love this picture I took:

These two dudes (whom the girls sitting across from us noted had ‘extreme Dothraki vibes’) were just spinning around on the roof of this nest, reveling in the storm clouds as they moved in. I mean, just before they started spinning, they were taking an absurd amount of panoramic pictures, but then at a certain point, they stopped taking pictures, and just experienced the moment. Enter ME, secretly taking a picture of THEM while they thoroughly inhabited the moment. Is there a business there? You hire someone to secretly capture you in authentic moments, in which you don’t know that your picture is being taken at all? IS THERE?

Wait.

I think I mean photographer.

Yes I do.

I mean photographer.

 

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a picture of a miracle

March 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

This weekend is tiny baby brother Tim’s bachelor party in Boston, and since I can’t be there (BUT REALLY, WHY WOULD I BE THERE) I asked other best man / bachelor party coordinator brother Dan if he might send me a picture for my blog. These are not dudes who take pictures, so the fact that I received this last night is NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE.

I imagine it going something like this:

Dan:  (to bartender) Hey, could you take a picture of us real fast, my sister wants a picture of us, I don’t want a picture, it’s for my sister. (to group) Hey guys, this is stupid, but my sister wants a picture for her blog, everyone like, hold your whiskey and smile. (bartender takes picture) Awesome, that was stupid, that’s done, everyone be normal now. 

THANK YOU DAN FOR PUTTING YOURSELF OUT THERE FOR ME, AND HAPPY BACHELOR WEEKEND TIM!

 

 

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MY KINDA OLYMPIAN

February 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Red Gerard, ladies and ladies. This Gold Medal Kid:

  • overslept the morning of his big run and had to be woken up by his roommate
  • couldn’t find his olympics coat so he had to borrow his roommates
  • was so genuinely thrown and excited when he won the gold that he unabashedly cursed on live international television
  • GIVE HIM THE GOLD FOR EVERYTHING EVER

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Human Paintings

September 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My co-worker pointed out that I kinda hit up the Emmy’s dressed like one of my favorite paintings:  Madame X, John Singer Sargent’s scandalous portrait of Amelie Gartreau:

As for Morrison, he showed up as EVERY OTHER AMAZING PAINTING OF A MAN IN A TUX EVER.

HOW DOES HE KNOW TO DO THAT THING WITH HIS HAND

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goodness

August 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I question my own goodness, wonder if I’m kind enough to my fellow humans, just in general. Then I remember how much time I spend NOT YELLING AT MEN WHO WEAR LEGIT SNOW HATS WHILE WORKING OUT, how often I DON’T ask them, Are you cold? Is that what’s happening right now? Because we live very near the DESERT. And then I remember that I am actually, in fact, THE NICEST PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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why to marry Morrison

July 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on marrying Morrison is perhaps the best thing I’ve ever done, a scene:

I happen upon a spider in the bathroom. I am horrified.

ME: SPIDER!!!!!

Morrison: where?

ME: IN THE BATHROOM!!!

Morrison enters calmly, softly, with a cup and a magazine. Softly, calmly, he kneels next to the spider.

Morrison: Hey, buddy, c’mon. Let’s go. You don’t need to be in here.

Ever so gently, he guides the spider into the cup, and even more gently, he carries and places the spider outside, where it can live its life.

Me: Did you just call the Spider Buddy?

Morrison:  It’s not his fault he’s a spider. It’s just who he is.

SWOON.

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Re: what it’s like to be married to me

July 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

7 AM. Husband is completely asleep. I’m wide awake.

Me: (leaping on top of him) WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A HOUSE!

Husband:….Hmm?

Me: We’re going to have a HOUSE!

Husband:…Yeah. We are.

Me: We’re going to live inside of it…and sleep inside of it….

Husband: Yeah, we are. But I want to sleep inside of this house. Right now.

Me: Okay, that’s fair.

A moment.

Me: BUT WANT TO HEAR THE REST OF ALL MY THOUGHTS?

Husband: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Me: OKAY TELL YOU LATER

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