1.I’m at my family reunion! 24th annual. We’re still at it! I still can’t throw a frisbee!

2. My mom is the sweetest and gifted me with an ocean view room in the Brunstetter house:

which I was really stoked about until:

3. I OPENED THE CLOSET.

THAT IS THE VERY CLOSET WHERE, IN MY TWELFTH YEAR, WHEN ALL OF US WERE WEE AND PILED INTO ROOMS LIKE PUPPIES, I SNUCK INTO HERE TO CHANGE INTO MY BATHING SUIT AND MY COUSIN OPENED THE DOOR AND SAW ME CHANGING AND LIFE FROZE IN THAT MOMENT WITH HORROR AND SHAME AND WE JUST SORT OF BOTH STOOD THERE, LOOKING AT EACH OTHER, UNTIL I THINK HE JUST SORT OF AWKWARDLY SHUT THE DOOR, gifting me with a forever fear of changing in closets. It’s also how I came to articulate how it feels to have a first draft of a play read in public. It is the very feeling of that closet door opening, but it just stays open for 87 minutes and then after everyone tells you what they liked and did not like about your body and your drink warm chardonnay.