Nancy is partnering with Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers to host the first series of their Playwrights Workshop. Check back soon for more details.
A letter from Meg:
It’s almost my birthday!
I know so many talented and cool performers!
Hunger is a huge issue quietly affecting thousands of our neighbors!
Let’s raise some funds and foods for Bed Stuy Campaign Against Hunger.
It's 80's night at Lot45, dudes. Bust out your leg warmers, shoulder pads, and parachute pants -- it's gonna be SO CLUTCH! We be trippin' to the curb with all the bodacious talent poppin' up onstage for the night. Drag queens, comedians, and musicians are gonna knock your dweeby Wednesday out of this world. Great. Excellent.
You may find you're feeling extra thirsty for attention these days, Leo. It makes sense; this is your season, and you're traditionally the thirstiest bitch in the Sahara. But guess what! Despite what your royal lion a$$ may think, the world is NOT your stage, and we are NOT HERE TO CLAP 4 U, OKAY?! What do I look like? A goddamn mirage? Stop posting thirst traps on insta and start hydrating your dramatic flare by doing something fucking productive for once in your GODDAMN LIFE. Also, Happy Birthday! Prepare to be roasted.
Cancer (June 22nd - July 22nd): Today's celestial energy may encourage you to tap into your ultra-sensitive side, Cancer. You often find your imagination and natural insecurity get the best of you, leading you to fully embrace the fact that you are a fucking crazy person. Today, try not to say things like, "I swear, this is my last pack," whilst lighting your third cigarette of the morning, or "I want to stop crying, but I CAN'T" when your step-sister returns the crop top she borrowed from you without your knowledge last week. Everyone's had enough of your moody shit, okay? It's time, Cancer. Today is the day - the day to finally stop being a little bitch. So put on your big kid pants, pop a Klonopin, and fucking RELAX before the Universe sense some Aries and Libras to do it for you.