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

Home is where your socks and cat and vodka are

November 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe during this week of transitioning into a new home, I also have an episode in production which means 14 hour days, but at the end of each one, I get to go Home to the essentials.

Not pictured: Husband; ALSO ESSENTIAL.

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sup, bra?

November 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For reasons I will surely spend the rest of my life trying to understand, my bra somehow just undid itself under my shirt. Working theories:

- my bra is a twelve year old boy

- somewhere on the Paramount Lot, there is an invisible twelve year old boy

- I am actually a twelve  year old boy

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Dust

November 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We can’t quite sleep in our new place yet, as it’s still quite covered in dust from the ongoing renovations, and I’m allergic to dust, so we gladly spent the night in a vaguely European hotel in Glendale where I’m pretty sure amateur porn producers house new girls when the fly in from Tampa. All of this to say, I am allergic to dust.  Reflecting on it now, is that not the lamest allergy there ever was? And isn’t EVERYONE allergic to dust? Isn’t it just like being allergic to clouds or periods at the end of sentences? I’ve known it since I went to the allergist when I was ten-ish and the doctor walked in on my putting my shirt back on. I learned three things that day: shame,  that my dust allergy was mild but persistent, and that I am BASICALLY THE MOST BASIC PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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feelings re: moving

November 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are MOVING THIS WEEKEND! Please let this picture stand for my feelings surrounding it.

I’m really excited about and grateful for the giant pizza, but also I’m little sad to leave my home of four years, my whimsical dwarf cottage, my first On My Own home, where I at first had nothing but my books shipped from brooklyn and some forks my friend gave me, where big and small things happened, where I was alone until I welcomed someone In. I’m also just in general overwhelmed by the size and scope of both the physical move, and also the life moment OH  JUST EAT THE PIZZA, BRUNSTETTER.

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practice makes Cake

November 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on the Cake play is just the gift that keeps on Caking: rehearsals start today for the Cake at Warehouse Theater in Greenville, South Carolina, and in preparation for the role of Della, actor Mimi Wyche has been baking lovely and elaborate seasonal cakes, and delivering them to the theater:

THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL / I WANT TO EAT THEM WITH MY HEART

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furniture shopping for drunks

November 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Furniture salesperson: This couch features crypton fabric. You can spill anything on it, and it just beads up, then you wipe it off with a rag! It’s resistant to everything!

Me:….even wine?

Furniture salesperson:Yep! Even wine.

Me: So….I can accidentally spill an entire glass of red wine all over it and it will be totally fine?

Furniture salesperson: Yep!

Me: I’LL TAKE IT! / CALLS APPLE STORE, ASKS IF COMPUTERS AND ALSO PHONES COME IN CRYPTON

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tiny desk concerts

October 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

These NPR produced nuggets —  live concerts recorded around the tiny desk where All Songs Considered gets made — are my new drive to work jam. Each is some 10-15 minutes long, always good, never rehearsed, often intimate, with jokes and rambling and mistakes, Chance the Rapper reads a poem about keys to a forgotten house, Kacey Musgrave calls out her boyfriend, Steve Martin sings about the tarheels losing with his Bluegrass Band.   BUT MOST OF ALL IMPORTANTLY, THERE IS HANSON, 20 YEARS LATER:

THEY HOLD UP LIKE  THE PYRAMIDS. LISTEN HERE.

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HALLOWEEN HEROES

October 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Mo and I have been too busy throwing our life into boxes and making sure our new house has chairs to fully Halloween this year, so instead, I would like to highlight a few friends who have TRULY KILLED, I MEAN SKILLFULLY AND BEAUTIFULLY AND PERFECTLY MURDERED THEIR COSTUMES THIS YEAR.

Sheila and son Cal as Neo and Trinity from The Matrix:

Jason, Blaine, wee chicky Ruby and niece Laurel as Farm Folk:

And last but not least, the beautiful and sexual and currently romantically available Mack Yeager as Game of Thrones creator, George R.R. Martin:

I MEAN:

HERO

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prom / prom

October 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on sacred things found while packing:

What I was probably supposed to look like at my senior prom:

What I actually looked like:

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Camera Ready Playwright

October 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Asking a playwright to show up for a photo shoot camera ready is like asking a model to show up to a photoshoot with a  journal full of profound haiku and short plays, which is to say, OF COURSE SOME MODELS ALSO WRITE POETRY AND OF COURSE SOME PLAYWRIGHTS KNOW HOW TO MAKE THEMSELVES ATTRACTIVE / LET’S NOT PUT PEOPLE IN BOXES, but personally, I do NOT know how to contour my face or find my light, so I will be showing up like the conventional playwright, which is to say, camera AFRAID.

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