A short little one-act about a pair of roommates who have been swindled by one of their boyfriends. Two things I took from this - 1) the very funny opening monologue where Rachel tries to be her own therapist.. and 2) the reference to this beautiful poem by A.E. Housman:
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie God knows where, And carried half way home, or near, Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I've lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew.
-"A Shropshire Lad." by A.E. Housman
Saturday Play-a-day: Women of Manhattan by John Patrick Shanley