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A comedy by A. R. Gurney

     The time is the mid '70s, the place a city in upstate New York. John, a playwright, returns to his family’s house, bringing with him a new play which he has written about them. His purpose is to obtain their permission to proceed with production, but his wealthy, very proper parents are cautious from the outset. For them the theatre is personified by the gracious, comforting era of the Lunts and Ina Claire, and they are disturbed by the bluntness of modern plays. And there is also John’s sister, Nina, to contend with, although her reservations have to do with the fact that John has given her character such a minor role. 

     Winner of the Lucille Lortel Award as Best Off-Broadway Play. A long-run New York success, this witty, perceptive play blends mordant humor with moments of affecting poignancy. “THE COCKTAIL HOUR is as funny and moving as The Dining Room…it could be the best play he has done so far.” —The New Yorker. “It makes for a deliciously funny and also occasionally touching evening, as Gurney’s family sit around raking over old coals and settling old scores with a quite new and beguiling freshness.” —NY Post. “The lines in the play crackle and pop with an electricity all their own.” —Drama-Logue. “…when I watch Gurney at his best, as he is here, I laugh through the tears.” —NY Daily News.

FRIDAY & SATURDAY nights  at 8 pm

October 14, 15, 21, 22

SUNDAY afternoons at 3 pm

October 16 & 23

(doors open 30 minutes prior to curtain)

$25 PER PERSON

(includes snacks and beverages)

Student, Teacher, Military discounts

available with ID

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TINX JUST STINKS

and CHARLIE DOESN'T

by Jason Woods

"Dragons are known for the fire they produce,the wings they flap and the fear they induce. But they also contain an array of gasses,and Charlie is famous

for the kind he passes.
There’s another dragon too. This one named Tinx. His wind isn’t pleasant and, frankly, it stinks.
Here is a fact, though I wish it wasn’t:
TINX JUST STINKS AND

CHARLIE DOESN’T​"