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

I date furniture

September 22nd, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Blaine suggested I be bloggy of this, and I’ve learned to always take her suggestions, both large and small, and so:

Blaine hops into my car, notices the passenger seat is pushed way back.

Blaine: whoa, did you have a big tall man in here?

Me: nope! It was an end table.

A sad silence, and then:

Blaine:….you should blog that.

Me: yep!

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September 21st, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


And then everyone (me) will eat it like it’s not chips and like I should eat at least 37 for their restorative powers, but meanwhile, it’s chips.

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This is my Dad.

September 20th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


This is my Dad on a horse.


Any questions?

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September 19th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s what I’ve been struggling with: on any given night, after work (though the same conundrum applies to weekends, as well) you’ve got maybe 4, 5 hours of time to force full of productivity before you should probably go to bed so that you can probably be an alert and productive person the following day. During these 4-5 hours, you should exercise but also socialize but also read articles but also books, but also write but also do your work but also see other people’s work, but also see movies but also watch documentaries but also bake, but also call your parents, but also do something selfless, but also clean, but also relax, but also try new things.


This would explain why the other night, after work, I ran two errands then ran for real, showered for 10, read for a book for 20, watched 1/3 of one documentary and one hour of television, sat in silence for 30, listened to records for 30, wrote for an hour, played guitar for 20, read an article, then went to bed feeling exhausted, wide awake, entirely schizophrenic and unsatisfied, like I’d done everything and nothing at all.

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Here’s what Happened.

September 18th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


I woke up in the middle of the night to find a boy asleep next to me in bed. I thought, oh, that’s nice! I wonder who that is. Hmm. But he’s asleep. Ill ask him in the morning, and settled back into sleep. Seconds later: WAIT, HOW IS THERE A BOY IN MY BED?! WHO IS THIS? I AM FREAKING OUT. I then reached for the boy and tossed him across the room because it turned out he was a pillow all along. This embarassing and somewhat terrifying scene from my personal life is probably brought to you by the fact that I watched a snowboarding documentary before bed and has nothing to do with a dreamlike manifestation of latent loneliness.

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September 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Let’s not get official and say I’m teaching myself to play the guitar, as that would hold me to certain standards which I will 90% for surely not meet. Instead, let’s just say a slew of creepy British men on YouTube are teaching me chords. So far, A is my favorite, and B can eat a bag of Ds.

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How to Marry Mary

September 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Mary got married in a beautiful Sunday evening LA ceremony, complete with floral and fauna and signature cocktails, of which I accidentally drank 17. Special points to the bride for making a Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper metaphor in her vows. New husband Gabe happens to be the fiddle player for The Punch Brothers, and so they played, Mary danced,

and then was like, it’s my party, I can sing with the band if I want to.

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Dropped my daughter off at camp!

September 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Blaine starts her bikram training today, which is weirdly held at the Radisson at LAX, and I’m so proud. We stocked her up on snacks, moved her in, met her bunk mates, I made her promise to be good and mind her counselors, then we bid farewell, and by farewell of course mean, I’ll see her every weekend the two months she’s here, and pump her full of tots and wine, to really ensure it’s like all that Yoga didn’t even happen.

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September 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

ME: Gosh, it’s kind of annoying, in that it’s annoying but in the grand scheme of things, not all that annoying, that I have to go out and get the Sunday paper on the weekends if I want to read it, cause call me old fashioned, but I like to read it and also touch it. IF ONLY THERE WAS A WAY THAT THEY WOULD BRING IT TO ME.

OTHER ME: Old fashioned, THERE IS A WAY. Remember Newspaper delivery?

ME:….Oh right!!! That is a thing that they will do!

OTHER ME: Yeah, so why don’t you just order home delivery.

ME: Okay, so I’ll just do that now.

OTHER ME: Congrats, stupid.

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Life is beautiful, as is this Movie

September 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like, every second of it. I forgot.

‘Guido: I forgot to tell you.
Dora: Go ahead.
Guido: You can’t imagine how much I feel like making love to you. But I’ll never tell anyone, especially not you. They’d have to torture me to make me say it.
Dora: Say what?
Guido: That I want to make love to you – not just once, but over and over again! But I’ll never tell you that. I’d have to be crazy to tell you. I’d even make love to you now… right here for the rest of my life.’


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