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

i never shared this

September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

One year agoish, Working Man’s Clothes was honored with 6 NY Innovative Theater Awards for my show, To Nineveh. The evening was lovely! I relish in any opportunity to wear a dress and consume too many consumables, and relish I did, indeed. I stumbled across these pictures, and for my next trick, I shall share them.


The gang of stoked people assembled before hand, and were stoked, generally. Maybe there were airplane jeger bottles stashed on our persons, maybe. That’s Lanford Wilson dying off to the left.


We win best ensemble. Our heads grow large behind us.


We take our awards for a drink. They are heavy and jubilant. They drink Guiness and scotch start hitting on each other.


We celebrate! Ellen David (who won best actress in a full length play) cuddles of me, my uncharacteristically massive cleavage says hello to most everyone, and Larry King’s bother pouts in the corner. For real.

It is fun to remember, and to reflect.

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mon frere

September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


The man does the man things like the wearing of the man pants and man belts and the poking on the turkey with a sharp thing. The girl does the girl things like flitting about with a broken digital camera, documenting, eating cold stuffing clumps, flower arranging. In the Brunstetter household, we all know our place.

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September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter



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i need you to know

September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

how cool my friends are. Their outfits, professions and attitudes, generally, are forever appropriate. They will always belong in my kitchen. Phi Collins masks, too.

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Hipster Olympics

September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

i feel funny inside

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law skoo

September 30th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fans, my father is a lawyer. He looks like this:


Hi, the Dad. I like him.  I never really understood EXACTLY what it is that he does, besides being moderately irritable and making people sign things;  graciously affording my college education and the slew of overpriced abercrombie clothes that the pressures of high school demanded. It also meant that when I was 10, when he finished paying off his law school loans, we moved into a bigger house and could all the sudden afford things like Doritos, fat camp, and gasoline.

Now I am re-exposed to this thing that is the ‘law’ and the ‘lawyer’ as my dearest ladyfriend Ms. Carrie Cottingham (The Honorable; Esquire) embarks on her first semester of law skoo. I am really gaining a greater understanding of how it works, how one studies it, and why it is important to do so. The people who end up pursuing a law degree all from all sorts of backgrounds and walks of life: actors (Carriecott), real estate people, circus clowns, daddy’s girls, and the general roust-abouts who took 10 years finding themselves on some forgotten virgin island.  I think that the decision to study law, from what I have gathered so far from convos with Honorable Cottingham, is a desire to to think more LOGICALLY; it seems to really force you to figure out how things function, to make rational decisions, and decipher how things work. This sounds really soothing to me. Rational, logical thinking, that is. Am I smart enough for law skoo? Probably not. Is ms. Cott? F yes. Am I proud of her? Ever much so.

As for the law itself: and my understanding of it: Basically, well, it involves something like this:


And the studying of it, well, makes you look like this:


Sleep rendered insignficant; red wine and number two pencils: defense mechanisms. I think Carrie made the right choice attending College of Charleston/Charleston Law/ building in Charleston where law happens sort of a lot/ whatever it’s called: because I think that the only thing you can hope is that when you throw yourself into this massive learning attack situation for 3 years, your only hope is that it all goes down in a place as marvelous as this:


In conclusion, GO CARRIE GO!, and I will dramaplay about it.

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Charleston, SC

September 29th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter



Je suis ICI! Egats! Lord knows I need it. Non-manhattan, that is, for a minute.

So far, so good. I came here once in – say – seventh gradish? But little do I remember of those forced bus journies to where. So I’m pretty much seeing this place for the first time. People, it’s pretty great. 4 hours of a sleep, boxer dogs, fried oysters, three margaritas to the wind, one windy beach, one ms. carrie cottingham, an only HALF maxed out credit card.

Cott has lots to say about the law and ancient cases concerning fox hunting, and I am one eager listener. Barbecue has some mysterious vomit problem and might not join us. I smell, for some reason, like cheese. I blog so I don’t pass out. Tonight, we take a ghost tour.

ooOoooO. Oo.

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some people are not like me

September 26th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

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we will never forget

September 25th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

…Hello, third grade lunch. mmmmm. Always.


But then – um – ew.


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The Weight of the World

September 25th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter


It is silly to feel like or say that this is on your shoulders. This is oftentimes how it feels, but really? This would involve an assortment of heavy things like whole walmarts, camels, rainforests, Mormon Churches, whole classrooms of kindergartners, steakhouses, oceans, parking lots, and overpriced midtown sports centers actually resting on your shoulders, like Humph. Heavy. Plausible? No. Is this really how it feels? Yes.

When I feel this extended metaphor, I like to breath and eat some bacon and re-assess the ACTUAL weight of my worries, which is probably something more like this:


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