"I'm telling you, Verena — this is the last one."
"Then drink up, Miranda. Drink up."
Welcome to the Fallopian, a dim little dive. The bar your mother warned you about. Miranda and Verena have been regulars at the bar for decades, but tonight the bar is closing forever and only one egg remains in the jar.
Why are all the drinks suddenly non-alcoholic? What? No more hormones? Is this menopause? These two ovaries still have big plans and won’t slip away quietly. Their bartender is ready to help in any way, but the best laid plans keep getting spoiled by decreasing hormones and even singing sperm. What to do? The two ovaries reckon with what they’ve made, what they’ve lost, and whether the last round is worth pouring at all. Bold, vulgar, tender, and quietly furious, The Last Egg is a tragicomedy about the body that holds you and the friend who stays past closing.
Played by Nina Bradlin
Forty years at this bar and still going strong. Loves big flowy dresses and shooting out hormones at unsuspecting bystanders. Has such a lovely voice.
Played by Nicolaia Marston
They call her Napoleon at work. She doesn’t like it. She likes it. She doesn’t know if she likes it. She’s got all her eggs lined up in a row, but where did they all go now? Don’t worry, she’ll take care of it.
Played by Sarah Thom Forde
Been behind the rail since before Miranda and Verena showed up. Says little. Pours fast. A walking talking Wikipedia. What would we do without her? Cheers to that!
Played by Ella Dunkel
A doo-wop duo who emerge from the froth when the mood gets too heavy. Their harmonies are immaculate. Their timing is deeply suspicious.
Played by Colleen Dunkel
Nobody knows when she'll appear. One minute it's a quiet scene — the next, a wild woman bursts through the fourth wall to rant about the script, the lighting, and her ex.
“Filthy, funny, and quietly devastating.”
“A two-hander with the punch of a one-two.”
“You will laugh. Then you will text your mother.”
Don't wait for the houselights. Grab a seat at the bar while there's still something left in the jar.
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