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

how to move

October 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

- Procure boxes

- Look at all of your worldly items, take them all in, ask yourself why you’ve kept them, now they’re dirty, falling apart, or remind you of bad times, or of being a kid in a bad way, but maybe the weight of the pages is supposed to make you feel some sort of success, an accumulation of something, maybe just Years?  but look!  you appear to have spilled mustard there, and there’s a crease on that, and that one has bugs inside of it, and this one you could never really get clean, and that one is just broken, so why keep it at all, except for a few of the books, and a shoe?

- Leave it all there except for a few of the books

- Go to your new house

- Congrats! You moved

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where I stand

October 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Re: the aforementioned photo shoot, yesterday afternoon:

I enter the La times photo studio, and immediately clock a beautifully lit white table.

Me: ….do you want me like — on the table? Or near it?

Photographer: Oh! that’s for the turkey.

Me:…hmm?

Photographer: After you, we’re shooting the Turkey for our Thanksgiving spread.

Me: Haha! How about me WITH the turkey?

Photographer: NO, NO, WE NEED THE TURKEY BY ITSELF.

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GEMS.

October 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As luck would have it, we made it through an ENTIRE YEAR OF MARRIAGE. We are even strongly considering the possibility of, you know, continuing it forever, as it has been rewarding, character building, wonderful, mysterious, hilarious, strange, and perhaps the best thing I have  ever done. We are spending today reflecting back on the wedding and going back through the pictures, remembering all of the small but momentous parts of day.  I think when you first get your wedding pictures you are overwhelmed by the All of them, because looking at them today, I feel like I barely even looked at them when I first went through. And so I share some of  my new favorites with you:  each a tiny, specific life moment. I’m not even going to ramble about what they are, about what they mean. I’m just going to let them speak for themselves, as pictures do.

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how to remember things

October 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Remember that one time this Summer when both the LA times and the NY times ran articles about The Cake within the span of a week, and it was completely insane and perhaps everything I’ve dreamt of / worked for, but I was  so engaged in the work and in life that I barely had time to appreciate it? NO? ME NEITHER.  IF ONLY I HAD SAVED THE ARTICLES AND THEN SPENT WAY TOO MUCH MONEY TO GET THEM FRAMED, ONLY AFTER QUESTIONING IF IT WAS NARCISSISTIC, BUT THEN DECIDING THAT IT WAS DEFINITELY WORTH COMMEMORATING.

OH WAIT NEVERMIND, I FORGOT, I DEFINITELY DID THAT

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how they get you

October 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Consumer: I would please like a bed frame to hold my bed off the ground.

Pleasant Furniture store: Great! Here’s a reasonably priced bed frame, to hold your bed.

Consumer: Great! Now, I would please like two nightstands that match the bed frame, so that when I enter my room at night, I feel that sweet sweet calm brought on by the order of having house things that match.

Pleasant Furniture store: No problem. We have matching nightstands too BUT THEY  COST MORE THAN THE BED FRAME ITSELF AND THAT IS  JUST FOR ONE OF THEM AND  YOU NEED TWO FOR YOUR FALSE SENSE OF ORDER AND BALANCE, HAHAHAHA YOU IDIOT, YOU ARE WEAK AND YOU ARE MINNNNEEEEEEEEE MUAHAHAHA

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Look at me / Don’t look at me

October 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being that I almost have a grown up person house of my own, it is finally time for me to stop storing things at my parent’s house like a college freshman.  My Mom most recently shipped me my old  jewelry box full of cross necklaces and broken promise rings and this bracelet that I made in high school or perhaps middle school, which I think sums up my entire existence:

I think I thought it was ironic, to have someone Look at my Bracelet and see the word Look? (This bracelet of course brought to you by the budding playwright who, around the same time, wrote a play called Happen in which nothing Happens.) Or maybe, if we go deeper, I just wanted to be looked at, then horrified at the idea that I was being looked at, but then devastated if no one was looking.  Is this the quintessential teenage person experience, or is this perhaps just THE BEING A PERSON EXPERIENCE?

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why to invent a time machine

October 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are many reasons to invent a time machine, including but not limited to stopping my cousin from walking in on me changing into my bathing suit at the family reunion that one time,  murdering Hitler, checking out my Great-grandparents just to see that if it’s true that I’m  genetically pre-disposed to being overweight, and just curiosity, in general. But mostly it’s to BE IN THE PLANTER’S CORPORATE OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM AT THE EXACT MOMENT THAT SOMEONE CAME UP WITH NUT-TRITION.

What happened after the person said it? Was it met with — skepticism? Did anyone say, no, it’s too obvious, it will never work! Or did everyone slap themselves across their own faces and shout WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF IT FIRST? IT’S SO OBVIOUS! IT’S RIGHT THERE! STUPID BARBARA! TWELVE YEARS IN ADVERTISING AND YOU DON’T SEE NUT-TRITION?! Did the person then stand on the conference table, take a long and solemn bow, then retire? Or are they still in an office somewhere, trying to top their last triumph? (HINT TO PERSON:  YOU NEVER WILL)

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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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marriage song

September 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Now that I’m a locked down and spoken for and happily married woman person, I truly have only one regret: I can no longer be spurned or rejected by someone I’m deeply in love with.  More specifically, I can never again sing-scream through  tears  I’LL GET OVER YOUUUUUUU, I KNOW I WILL, I’LL PRETEND MY SHIP’S NOT SINKING, AND I’LL TELL MYSELF, I’M OVER YOU, CAUSE I’M THE KING OF WISHFUL THINKINGGGGGGGGGGG. I mean, I can sing it all I want, and believe you me, I do. But it’s not the same. Woe is not me. Instead, comfort is me. Warmth and stability are me. Perhaps instead: I’LL BE MARRIED TO YOU / I KNOW I WILL / I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ALL YOUR SOUNNNNNDS MEAN / AND I’LL TELL MYSELF / LET’S STOP BY TRADER JOES ON THE WAY HOME BECAUSE I THINK WE’RE OUT OF OLIVE OIL?

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pre-pregnant

September 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are not yet trying to multiply ourselves, but moreso just in the beginning stages of preparing for that stage of life, which is to say, we are pre-pregnant, a term that I keep using and will keep using until it’s a thing. A couple most notably spends this time combing through grandparents for names, wistfully idealizing all phases of child birth and rearing, staring at other people’s babies, and sleeping til 9 AM whenever humanly possible. A woman most notably spends this time eating chicken nuggets whenever possible, drinking wine at 3 PM whenever possible, gaining ten pounds for no reason, secretly googling ‘fun maternity dress’ and living with an ever-present, low-grade HOW WILL I BRING LIFE INTO THE WORLD AND ALSO DO MY WORK panic, followed immediately by the comfort that women have been doing this for at LEAST, you know, like a few hundred years, at LEAST. To really lock in this life phase for all that it is, I’m starting myself on a regimen of pre-natal gummy vitamins, which are perfect for ANY WOMAN WHO IS STILL IN FACT A CHILD AND STILL CALLS THEIR WORK THEIR BIG GIRL JOB SO HOW THEN IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT SHE WILL CREATE AND BEAR LIFE? HOW HOW HOW (STAY TUNED FOR HOW)

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