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

brown

November 21st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nail person: what’re you thinking?

Me: Brown! I have a brown in my head.

Nail person: Sounds like a personal problem. Tell me about this brown in your head.

Me: a bright, happy pilgrim brown, crayola marker drawing of house brown, cartoon chocolate or wood or poop. Luminous, optimistic neon brown.

Nail person: That’s not a thing.

Me: what’s not?

Nail person: Happy pilgrim. But here are 11 other kinds of brown. Anger brown, dirt brown, sad brown, coffee brown –

Me: I’ll take the disco caramel.

Nail person: it’s called burnt leaf.

Me: That’s what I said.

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the cake / fleurs / decorations / cakerations

October 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

GOOD AFTERNOON, and welcome back to the joyful spin cycle in my head! Today, the decor. When you wed beneath fall foliage, you really don’t need much, so we just went with some simple Decorative Wedding signs (lovingly crafted by Morrison’s awesome bro John and his wife, Jacy):

And then some simple basic everyday framed pictures of Cracker at every table.

We also put bowls of skittles at each table because skittles. Our florist is the kind of gal who simply picks mountain wild flowers the day before and brings them over, so that the whole thing seems like a beautiful coincidence. Here’s the main big guy that my Dad HAPPILY loaded on his truck when my Mom attempted to take it home and preserve it, and even more happily took it back off when it definitely didn’t fit:

As for the cake, I just so happen to have gone to high school with a phenomenal baker, Jessica. She made three beautiful chocolate pound cakes, one of which we ate with our hands the next day, another of which we will eat with our hands in one year:

New Years,  a few years back, Morrison and I spent an absurd amount of time dreaming up a cobbler truck business, with eight very specific flavors with very specific names.  And so, we also went the cobbler route at the reception. Jessica made these wondrous mini jars of rosemary blackberry and peach ginger cobbler:

Guests dumped the cobblers over vanilla ice cream, like the perfect kind that comes from a bucket. Special thanks to our other high school friend, Missy, for helping make the table look like PINTEREST COME TO LIFE THAT ALSO YOU CAN EAT.

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miss this

September 9th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I was reading a short story before bed in which the writer described, in great detail,  the feeling of Winter having left, Spring having not yet arrived. The whole world gray and melting and wet. And I realized it’s been years since I saw / felt that time of year, that weather moment. In LA, it’s pretty much the same, year round, except for the four days a year when it rains and people stay inside crying or ram their cars into each other. Reading about that weather time, I missed it. That wet air feeling. The thought of not having felt it in so long made me so sad.  I want to find wherever it’s gray and wet and fly myself there and stand in the middle of it. Don’t rain and clouds unlock something inside of us, air out the sadness? Don’t they create a perfect backdrop for big and hard questions, deep thinking? And if we don’t live through them, do we miss out on this part of our thinking entirely?

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IT’S NOT REAL

September 8th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

After trying numerous (albeit drug store) brands of lipstick / stain, I am convinced that there is no such thing as a lipstick that does NOT make you look like you literally ate a bunch of lipsticks for lunch, then took all of the lipstick crumbs that fell out of your mouth and then rubbed those around your mouth and onto your teeth. I must conclude that when you see a woman with nice looking lipstick that is only on her lips, she has actually just implanted a device in every single other person’s eyes that projects digital color onto the lip part of her face, because there is LITERALLY NO OTHER EXPLANATION.

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BUT HER BUTT

August 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Beyonce’s butt gives me so complicated and surreal feelings, including but not limited to:

- I want to have it

- I want to be friends with it

- I want it to give me life advice

- I want to bounce balls off of it

- I want to bake a pie of it

- I want to be it when I grow up

- I want to die and come back to life as it

- I want to live upon it

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IT’S REAL IT’S REAL IT’S REAL

August 18th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

THAT TIME YOU GET HOME FROM THE GYM TO FIND THAT YOUR WEDDING DRESS HAS ARRIVED AND IS JUST SITTING THERE IN A BIG BOX AND WELL, THERE IT IS, IT’S REAL

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LISA FRANK HAS A CLOTHING LINE

July 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I REPEAT, LISA FRANK HAS RELEASED A CLOTHING LINE

I CAN FINALLY WEAR MY LEOPARD BABY TRAPPER KEEPER AS PANTS

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TRADITION BE DAMNED!

July 28th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Why must wedding invitations be addressed like the guest is being summoned to a 1943 boat or fairy or garden party? I shall address mine myself, with own handwriting,  which is just as nice but just a touch more ‘middle schooler decides to become serial killer / sends threatening murder notes / but is also kind of in a hurry and is probably drinking coffee and or wine while writing it so just except one of those liquids to make it onto the envelope,’ but mildly legible.

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READY FOR ANYTHING

June 7th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are two kinds of people in the world: people who can make a nice cheese plate, and people who cannot. The people who CAN make a cheese plate always seem to have quince paste and fig  hanging out in their kitchen, and also tend to know what quince paste  is.  I have always felt that having a bowl on your kitchen counter full of produce indicates a level of self awareness, forward thinking, organization and preparedness that basically means you are better at being alive than basically everyone else. Now that I have finally remembered that I feel this way, and started filling a bowl with such items, I would like to announce that I feel basically the same, and ready for only moderately pre-meditated kitchen activities, which is to say, guacamole.

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Acquisitions

May 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I start to want something, I start to see it everywhere, note its qualities. First it was boys and whether or not they were wearing wedding rings, then it was cars and whether or not they had leather interiors. Now that I have hit the jackpot in both Boy and Car, I WOULD PLEASE LIKE A HOUSE. And so I leer at them everywhere I go. I note their qualities. Whether or not there is a porch or front yard, whether there is garage space, what its down payment might be, if I could ever in a million years afford it, its window panes, its columns, its french doors and its trees. I dream about its kitchen. Does it have an island for cooking? IS THERE A FARMER’S SINK? IS THERE A WALK IN CLOSET THAT YOU CAN WALK INTO? IS IT SINGLE? WILL IT EVER BE MINE?

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