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

it’s hard to be (genuinely) mad when

May 30th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

You wait for a downtown 1 for 15 minutes and then finally you get on it and walk over an ave to the L which you wait for for 20 minutes and finally it comes but then it sits at bedford for 15 minutes and you sit there realizing you could have walked home by now but you don’t move because you could have walked home by now, and dangit, you want the train to take you there, but it won’t, because of a police investigation of something potentially deadly / dangerous, because technically, death is worse than a stupid commute. Usually. Begrudgingly: thank you, police, for you constant investigating.

Instead of some terrifying picture of a police investigation, this instead:

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Huckleberry; Monday nights

April 19th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Huckleberry shows movies Monday nights with free popcorn and buy one get free glasses of wine providing even MORE complications re: the topics  why anyone should ever be anywhere but this bar, and whether or not I should live there.

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Spring hits the Border of Bushwick and Williamsburg

April 15th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh, blooms! Oh Beauty and Light! Oh, the Hispanic Jehovah’s Witness Church! oh, the Projects!

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DUMBO!

April 5th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I never spent much time in dumbo before I started working here but I must say that it is simultaneously disgusting:

and beautiful.

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hi, we are related!

March 26th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dan’s back!! We celebrated his safe return from abroad and his law school acceptance with some calzones like giant lobster claws and Brooklyn Brewery and some passing out like old people at 11 pm. DAN!

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the End of an Era

March 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am sad to report that my time with the Kilby sisters is coming to an end. Sarah is moving in with her BF and Anne is going with. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve loved and terrorized the Baby Kitty. Anne is gearing up for the transition by spending lots of time staring longingly into Baby Kitty’s eyes. I’ll either be looking for two new lady boarders, or perhaps getting a place of my own (?) but if you like Lean Cuisines, watching me drink wine and / or dishwashers – please inquire within.

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whatwhowhenwherewhyHOWbike

March 15th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

This bike pops up in different locations in DUMBO every day.

WHO DID THIS?! WHY DID THEY DO IT?! CAN YOU RIDE IT?!

WHAT IS SLEEP LIKE?!

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I like this

February 20th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

In an exciting turn of events, Bekah quits Writing, becomes Bathroom photographer.

But seriously, check out this ladies room in The Commodore in Williamsburg. Clearly my favorite part is the little hand mirror, chained to the wall. Because seriously, someone might take it.

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CONQUERER!!!!!!!

January 29th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Brooklyn sidewalks are covered in feet and feet of snow, ‘cept for tiny little slush paths paved by diligent building owners. The only thing to do, really, is to CONQUER THEM!!!!!! because also, the only thing to fear is fear itself, and breaking an ankle. Which would make it even harder to get around.

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The Importance of Getting Home before Twelve

January 14th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sure, it was Important to catch Brian Bedford as Lady Bracknell (incredible) in the Broadway opening of the Importance of Being Earnest, and then linger too long at the after party eating a lot of very small carrot cakes. But equally important: GET ON THAT L TRAIN BEFORE 12. I feel like Cinderella sometimes and usually I make my curfew. If I don’t, A fifteen minute commute turns into an hour fifteen. But last night I didn’t and was there to witness all of the bleary eyed folk, having waited for an L for almost 30 minutes, turn into pumpkins, and by pumpkins, I do mean angry tired wolves.

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