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

All Boxes Checked

September 29th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday was this flawless man’s birthday:

And so I took him swing dancing on the Battleship USS IOWA, like you do:

What who when where WHY, you ask? Because in high school, Morrison used to go to swing dancing socials alone just to get better at the Lindy Hop. And because it just so happened that Mission 22 — a charity that raises funds to prevent Veteran Suicide — was hosting a 40’s themed dance party, 40s on the Fantail (https://www.40sonthefantail.com/) On his very Birthday, AS IF WE ALL PLANNED IT. It was completely amazing and checked all Morrison Birthday Surprise Boxes:

  • By the Ocean
  • live music
  • Swing Dancing
  • craft cider tasting
  • very sincere old people in costumes
  • no really there were adorable old women dressed like sparkly sailor children
  • and so, incredible people watching
  • SNACKS

EVERYONE SHOULD GO NEXT YEAR. LET’S MEET THERE. WE WILL BE THE COUPLE IN FULL PERIOD COSTUME HOPPING LINDY (?) / I HAVE ONE FULL YEAR TO TRAIN

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LIFE PARTNER GOALS

September 23rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

WANTED: MAN WHO LOOKS GREAT IN TUX WHO WILL SPEND A FULL HOUR OF THE EMMYS EATING NACHOS IN THE LOBBY WITH ME AND WILL THEN CARRY MY SHOES AROUND AND NOT JUDGE ME AS I PROCEED TO WALK AROUND BAREFOOT MUMBLING ‘OW. OW. OW. OW. OW.’ FOR THE NEXT TWO HOURS

OH WAIT, NM, ALREADY FOUND

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I’m just a Girl

September 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Standing in front of a boy

Who is technically her husband, at a Food Festival slash Fair

asking him to love her

and by love her I mean GENTLY DEMANDING THAT HE WIN HER A STUFFED ANIMAL AND HAND IT TO HER CEREMONIOUSLY, AS SHE ALWAYS DREAMT WOULD HAPPEN, MOSTLY IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, BUT PERHAPS THIS DREAM LINGERED WELL UNTIL HER EARLY 30’s, UNTIL SHE MET THE BOY

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HOW TO MAKE ME SOB

August 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m still sorting out why — and surely it has something to do with vulnerability — but NOTHING MAKES ME SADDER / SQUISHIER THAN A SAD OLD MAN. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. If he’s sad in a way he will never be able to fully articulate — EVEN SADDER. So me on an airplane watching 89 Year Old Clint Eastwood in what his maybe his last big movie (maybe), The Mule, watching him grow flowers and Not Connect but then Connect with his estranged family — I AM PUDDLE ON THE GROUND OF PLANE, SEEPING SLOWLY BACK TOWARDS THE BATHROOMS.

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next to Him

May 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are going through some real fucking bullshit right now, like depths of sad marriage testing bullshit, bullshit that I will most likely expound upon later, bullshit that you can probably guess,  but for now I will just say: I LOVE THIS PERSON MORE THAN EVER, so much so that all I want to do is sit next to him and watch him play video games. I want to listen to him breathe while he sleeps and watch him eat food. Basically, he is the only Answer. AND I’M NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT CRACKER.

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TWO HEARTS / TWO DREAMS

April 27th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night, Morrison had an epic home invasion dream in which he accosted a creepy, dangerous trespasser who was trying to force entry into our house, and by accost, I mean he reached for his hatchet and hacked the man in the neck with a clean, concise movement, because Morrison, both awake and asleep, is always protecting us. I, OTHER THE HAND, DREAMT I WAS EATING A GIANT WAFFLE WRAPPED AROUND A GIANT PIECE OF FRIED CHICKEN, BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS FOOD.

Morrison

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DREAM LIFE PARTNER

March 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

He’s currently looking at pictures of Star Jasmine to train and grow up our pergola, mumbling to himself, Star Jasmine is the shit.

Every now and then, and when I least expect it,  like perhaps just announcing that he’s going to go downstairs,  he starts doing very serious modern dance moves for no reason. They’re always gone as quickly as they started.

THIS IS HOW HE PUTS THE DUVET BACK INTO THE DUVET COVER.

REALLY ASKING, HOW DID I MANAGE TO PULL THIS OFF?

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Always Real

October 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Two years of marriage today. One of the things that first jarred me about my dear husband when I first met him has more and more become my absolute favorite thing about him: he will not force anything. Like, ever at all. And so, every single moment you get with and from him is 100% authentic, truly felt. It’s not always perfectly timed, which is a thing I like to force — but it’s Always Real. Take last night, when we were having a drink before our final performance of the Cake:

Him (after a long silence:) I had a thought earlier about working together, on this play. Like a profound thought.

Me: Oh yeah?

Him: Yeah, but I can’t remember it.

Me: That’s okay —

Him:….(most beautiful, kind thing about working together on the play)

Me: (stunned silence)

Him:……just pretend I said that tomorrow, on our anniversary.

Me: OKAY FINE. LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Him: Man. These are great fish tacos.

Me: OH, WE’RE MOVING ON? OKAY

 

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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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