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

Fresh Out

November 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This Thanksgiving / Holiday season, I’ve noted a fun new festive quality in myself: COMPLETE AND UTTER VOID OF PATIENCE TO VIOLENT AND SOBBING DEGREES. While we were at Leatherwood, a mixup with our bank led to our mortgage payment not going through, and I had to wait, you know, 24 hours to be able to call them and sort it out, and so naturally, I lost my mind and I’m pretty sure I threw my phone on the floor. Last night, flying back to LA, my stupid entertainment screen did not work, nor did the internet, and so I slammed up my tray table and made sure Morrison and the entire airplane knew that my screen was not working, and it just wasn’t fair, because everyone else’s screens were working, and so MY screen should be working, WHY does everyone else get to watch a Seth Rogan movie while I have to sit in screaming airplane silence? (I should note that Morrison traded seats with me, because he is the best, and completely fine with the fact that he married a tall Baby. I then, you know. Watched a movie, as was my HUMAN RIGHT.) Obviously these big baby tantrums have nothing to do with money, or mortgage, or transfers, or movies, or air, and completely everything to do with my overall frustration with inability to control our baby quest, despite all of my attempts to do so. Here’s the hard truth I’ve learned, that I am still learning: you can have all of the money and doctors and access in the world, and it still doesn’t mean you will have a baby. Surely, it helps, it gets you closer, and I am so grateful everyday for our ability to throw money at this. But still: there is no guarantee, ever. And oftentimes, there is nothing to do but Wait, to sit with yourself, accept where you are, stew in Trust and Hope and Faith and Patience other words that go on Pillows. My Christmas promise (is this a thing?) to myself is to try, really really try, to accept and enjoy where we are, because objectively, OBJECTIVELY, it’s really not so bad, like perhaps even Great.

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New Anniversary Tradition

October 23rd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Watching wedding video in Full, seeing all of the things we didn’t fully see because we were floating:

Getting to relive all of the big and small moments, like the fact that while my Dad was blessing the dinner, we were both sitting there maniacally chewing on skittles; and THE SIBLING TOASTS:

SOBBING; TEXTING EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO WAS THERE AND THANKING THEM FOR THEIR UNFORGETTABLE CONTRIBUTIONS AND TELLING THEM HOW MUCH WE LOVE THEM

SHOVING MYSELF INTO MY WEDDING DRESS AND FALLING ASLEEP WEARING IT JK I DIDN’T DO THAT BUT DID I?

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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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BOOK A CLOWN

August 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m back in town, prepping and getting my head in the game for some upcoming IVF hullabaloo, which means blood draws and needle parties and Google panics and that I just bought 47 pounds of Kale but all I can think about is Wine. MOST IMPORTANTLY, while researching things One can Do to Pretend to be in Control of One’s life While undergoing IVF, I stumbled across this gem nugget of advice:

SO HEADS UP MORRISON WILL BE SPENDING THE NEXT TWO MONTHS PREPPING HIS TIGHT FIVE AS AN IVF CLOWN / JOKE PITCHES WELCOME.

 

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I talk, he listens, I don’t

June 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think I don’t even listen to myself when I talk. I’m just sort of whirring around the house, doing 900 things, thinking some things, saying some of them out loud, and Morrison takes the most ridiculous and most important things and writes them down in the notes section of his phone, WHICH IS WHY I got this amazing flowing robe shirt thing for my birthday:

because at some point in the last year while stomping through the house declaring and straightening things, I said I NEED A FLOWING ROBE SHIRT  probably followed by DID WE CALL THE PERSON ABOUT THE THING and DID YOU READ ABOUT THE OTHER THING and HAVE WE DECIDED WHEN WE WERE DOING THAT? Please note his note-taking diligence is ALSO why we forever know that one point I actually said to him, ‘Let’s not mince hairs.’

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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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how to know you married the right person

May 1st, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, a Shade guy and his two sons came by to take measurements for some outdoor shades, and as he pulled (barreled?) into our driveway, his brakes failed, and he rammed my car into the garage, taking out one of Morrison’s sideview mirror en route. I was in our bedroom, above the garage,  and the sound can only be described as ENTIRE WORLD GOING THROUGH TRASH COMPACTOR. Morrison runs outside, sees my car like so:

And I hear him through the window, the first thing he says: Are you guys okay? Because he knows what we both know: Cars can be fixed. Garage doors can be fixed. People cannot always be fixed. People > Cars. Morrison > Most people.

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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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