Shakespeare in the Trash

Hark! Come witness a motley crew of players conjure scenes from the Bard within the confines of a scrapyard!

See now the stately Elizabethan grace turn wondrously foul. Expect garments plucked from the heap, a stage of mere refuse, and a grand, chaotic brawl of absolute rubbish. Open wide thy mind to the notion that one man’s dross is but another’s desperate, edgy stab at timeless drama!

• The Bound of Time: The pageant shall endure for ninety minutes, with a brief respite of fifteen minutes to catch thy breath.
• Food and Drink: Thou art heartily welcome to bring thy own meats and mead. Should thy belly rumble, the grand chariot of spice, El Alhambre, and the bountiful Rainbow Grocery sit just across the way.
• Seating: We shall provide seats for a hundred souls. Yet, shouldst thou wish to ensure thy comfort, bring forth thy own chairs and woolen blankets.
• A Warning on the Elements: Our theater lies beneath the heavens. The night air biteth shrewdly, so don thy thickest layers!
• One Bathroom: But a single chamber of easement shall be found within the gates.

We right eagerly await thy presence!