Ashley Arnold and bare-chested Patrick Cullen enter lip-locked in a piece called “Sex for the End of the World,” the funniest mini-play of the evening. They just met in a bar, found each other attractive and, since the world is going poof in four hours, figure they can have sex with no consequences. Hah. If only. Remember that 20 percent chance that the comet wouldn’t hit? Well, maybe spending some of their limited time searching for a drug store to get some condoms would be a prudent thing to do. But then again. . . .
Of course last-hour sex could be as important as last-minute sex as a comet looms nearer. Less predictable would be how imminent peril might change the entire equation. To be honest about it, Kelly McCabe admits to her best friend, played by Lauren Oldenwalder, that she slept with her boyfriend a couple of hours before. Not disconcerted, packing for a vacation flight to Mexico she refuses to interrupt, the best friend says, “You got caught up in the moment?” “Yeah, let’s go with that” is the response. Yup. Annihilation in four hours concentrates the mind, and friendships, wonderfully.