Placed in a very precarious position in the middle of the unforgiving Nevada desert.

By Miki Zwarich

Three cashiers find themselves plucked from their uneventful posts behind the till at Pennywise and placed in a very precarious position in the middle of the unforgiving Nevada desert when a Las Vegas vacation goes horribly awry.

The story begins where it ends: beside a giant hole in the desert floor. Paula, the reckless one (Cheryl Jameson), Marcy, the conservative one (Michelle Todd), and Charmaine, the vain one (Kristin Johnston) recount the sordid events leading up to that moment with acerbic, yet sympathetic candour that could only be conjured by playwright Trevor Schmidt.

The set may be sparsely decorated with cacti cutouts, but it only elevates the performances of the storytellers, who move around the stage as gracefully as three women can while cuffed together. If you enjoy masterful and engrossing storytelling, grab yourself a ticket. You can’t take the debauchery with you, though—that will have to stay in Vegas.

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