Bye Pal

Phoebe's anxieties finally catch up with her. Thankfully, she has Jillian to...Jillian?

Despite finally connecting, Phoebe and Jillian are out of sync, and tensions sizzle.

Forget double texting. Phoebe is into the dozens. Where tf is Jillian???

The stress of working through a pandemic is getting to Phoebe. Meanwhile, Jillian gets some rough news. Like, reading A Prayer for Owen Meany rough.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is...combing the snow cubes out of Jeffrey's paw fur? Whatever. The gals are working on it.

You can ask someone out via email, right? At least that way you don't have to worry about any rogue farts.

~*~my hopes are so high that ur kiss might kill me so won't u kill me so I die hApPyYy~*~ BRB bobby's hereee ;D

Jillian dishes on her coworkers. OH, and the saucy new guy. But it's casual. She isn't desperately in love with him.

Phoebe spilled nail polish all over the walls??? Smh, her mom's gonna kill her.

Jillian adjusts to a Phoebe-less apartment, and Phoebe adjusts to a house full of her parents.

Gaslight Theatre Company Presents: BYE PAL. Phoebe and Jillian are two gal pal roomies and lifelong BFFs living it up in the big city! That is, until the year 2020 when the world is suddenly a trash can engulfed in flames, and Phoebe, like so many others, flees for the reprieve of suburbia. The sudden separation leaves them both lonesome and clingy, but they have a super fun solution: mandatory scheduled weekly phone calls. Will this replace Taco Tuesdays? Falafel Fridays?? Salami Saturdays??? Probably not. But they spend too much time together anyway. Some roommates aren't even friends. Created and written by Emily Halbing.