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

Retirement Career

September 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I run out of words and questions and characters, I will be the person who is in charge of carefully staging plates with half eaten food for tv and film sets and HAPPILY SO. Seriously, I could just watch the props people do this all. Day. 

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Cat out of Box  

September 19th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

We’ve been receiving lots of awesome Suzy and Stanley homemaker stuff off our registry, but mostly Importanty, we have discovered that ALL CRACKER HAS EVER WANTED IS TO LIVE IN A GIANT PILE OF PACKING PAPER. 

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cheese: a future

September 18th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: I think  I can’t wait til we’re old.

Morrison: Why?

Me: I was behind this middle aged couple at the play the other night, and they seemed so happy.

Morrison: Yeah? Why?

Me: They seemed really calm and like their kids were grown and out of the house. Like they just shop for cheeses and have people over for dinner and drink wine and eat lots of cheese and go to plays.

Morrison: So you’re excited to be old because cheese.

Me:….Yes.

Morrison: Yep. That checks out.

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Albee.

September 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Edward Albee died yesterday, and of course though it is he who died, I am a playwright, and so it is a profound event that occurred mostly to me. But seriously though: like a lot of theater people, he is one of the very reasons I started writing plays.  I discovered his plays in college, and they were messy and brave and  passionate and weird, and they gave me permission to attempt to write the same. Below is my fb post documenting my one real life interaction with him. When someone dies and everyone posts about them, do the posts gain mass and form and create some sort of cloud you can see but can’t touch, and does the person then live on that cloud for eternity? If so, Albee’s is a MASSIVE MANSION CLOUD.

I would post my signed Edward Albee thing, but it went something like this: I was 20 I think, coming out of the Elephant Man, and saw him coming out of the Goat, Or Who is Sylvia, next door. I recognized him immediately, floated towards him, with my Elephant Man playbill in hand, and said, ‘You are my favorite playwright.’ He said thank you, thank you, started to take my playbill to sign — then saw what it was. ‘I didn’t write that. I’m not that playwright. You have no idea who I am.’ And he got into his car, off to the Tonys. I decided in that moment that playwrights are oftentimes invisible people sliding out the backstage door who deserve to be seen and known. RIP, brilliant man. May you be known and known and known.

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your mess

September 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I get stuck behind a garbage truck and I’m like wahhhhhhhh, I am stuck behind a garbage truck, garbage truck how DARE you, but then I remember: THE GARBAGE TRUCK IS REMOVING AND DISPOSING OF MY GARBAGE, MY ACTUAL HUMAN GARBAGE, and then I am suddenly 20% more patient, which lasts for half an Enya song AND THEN I REALLY JUST NEED THE TRUCK TO MOVE REGARDLESS OF ITS CONTENTS.

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WHOOPSIE

September 15th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you’re in a rush to get to work, it’s best to just pretend like you’re not, and complete tasks, like perhaps breakfast preparation, with the ease of all of the time in the world, or else:

Special thanks to Morrison for 1.) finding this hilarious so that I could, too 2.) documenting 3.) Cleaning every second of it up so that I could continue rushing out the door, unnecessarily banging into things.

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wedding workout 

September 14th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

1. Arrive home from long day at work

2. Don workout attire

3. Take a nap

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FAKE FALL

September 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

TEMPERATURES IN LA HAVE SOARED BELOW 75 TO 68

THE SKY IS SLIGHTLY LESS THAN PERFECTLY JUST SUNNY

THERE IS ONE CLOUD

IT RAINED FOR TWENTY SEVEN SECONDS

TIME TO PRETEND IT’S FALL AND WRAP A SCARF AROUND YOUR HEAD AND DRINK TEA UNTIL YOUR BACK SWEATS OH LOOK THE SUN IS OUT

SURE WISH I WAS NOT WEARING ALL OF THESE PANTS

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Cousinhood of the traveling overalls!

September 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

A few months ago, I happened upon these childrens’ overalls in a vintage store, and obviously I bought them because HOW COULD YOU NOT.

My idea: to send them to darling nephew Luke, in the hopes that when he grew out them, they would be passed to another cousin to wear, and then to another, and then to another, until all of the grown adult cousins sit around a bonfire someday, making fun of their lame parents, remembering how they once all were made to wear the same pair of overalls. I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE: IT BEGINS.

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A Good Man

September 11th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on reasons to marry Morrison: some dudes head off for their bachelor weekend, and their fiances have to sit at home worrying about whether or not they’re  eating sushi off naked strippers or other disturbing pictures I found online but let’s just go with this PG rated scenario:

Me? I get THIS SCENARIO:

That’s right. Morrison’s bachelor weekend is HIM HOLDING A PUPPY. C’MONNNNNNNNNNNNN!

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