The Date Night You Thought You Could Only Get on Broadway

Pay what you can to visit us at our Parlor on Quaker Avenue

Thank you.

It took us less than 24 hours to sell out our first show at the Parlor, which, as you remember is a really dumb, ludicrous, insane idea that we fell in love with. The fact you guys did too means a lot. What made you do it? Because you wanted to support veterans in the arts? Because you wanted free top-shelf food and drinks while you saw a show? Because you liked our “pay-what-you-can” ticket prices? I don’t know, but whatever the reason, thanks. I’m really proud that, with Verse in Color, we’ve created not just a tribute to the veteran, but a poetry and live art event that features enough varied viewpoints to give you as close to a 360 degree understanding of the modern veteran as anyone can get in 90 minutes.

Now, since the demand has outgrown our supply, I’ve rearranged the room so we could fit a few more folks in without sacrificing the legroom. So we’ve been able to release four more seats. So if you want to celebrate Veterans Day a few days later, but in a really cool way, this is the way to do it.

But because we know we might not be able to accommodate everyone on November 13, we’re going to release tickets to three other shows now as well. We can’t think of a better way to bring in the holidays. On November 20, we’ll pivot to some proper theater with a staged reading of Art, the Tony Award-winning comedy about three friends and the chaos caused by one expensive all-white painting.

If you give monkeys enough time, can they really write Hamlet? How did Leon Trotsky actually react to finding an axe embedded in his head? What does it take for two strangers to fall in love without screwing it up? Are you having a bad day or are you simply stuck in a "Philadelphia"? On December 10, we’re staging readings featuring the whimsical one-act comedies of David Ives. 

And then we cap off the year - and our series of staged readings - with out-and-out farce on December 17 - Norm Foster’s frantically funny Self-Help. A married pair of second-rate theatre actors rebrand themselves as nationally renowned self-help gurus. Which is fine until they are forced to conceal a dead body from the police, a journalist and their jaded agent. 

What’s not to love? Free food and drinks. Pay what you can tickets. Watching outstanding NYC-based actors perform world-class shows in a cozy, classy little Parlor. It’s the date night you didn’t think you could get without going to Broadway. Thanks for being a part of it.

See you soon,

Chris

PS - We never want to spam you. But it’s the Marine Corps’ birthday and it felt wrong to deprive you of a proper poem to commemorate the day. It’ll be coming later today.