I'd written a small comedy sketch - about 1 minute 13 seconds in length - for which I required my workshop partner to be game enough to act alongside me. I put myself forward as the "I did" in this situation, since I instigated it. I cannot emphasise enough the "but for" principle. But for the active and capable involvement of the other person, there wouldn't have been a result. I hope that the other person felt that they had appropriate support and say in the end result. As it was, the skit went exceedingly well, better than I could have hoped, and I felt that we'd both delivered a good performance.
We'd rehearsed well.
We had to wing it through the workshops a bit. The workshop was a sort of a game to illustrate the metaphor. A lot of planning had gone into the production of the artefacts of the game and, broadly speaking, this work paid off. I'd done some of it, but my workshop partner had shouldered a lot of it for me. As a result, we seemed to have everything we needed to make a success of the day.
We ran the session three times with differing results. In general, I think it was well received. It's a shame we didn't get to go to the other workshops, which also seemed to be well received.
At the end of the day, my voice felt tight - the start of a combination of voice-strain and a cold.
I hung around after the event for long enough to get some bad calories into my system and then I went home. I got changed, drove to my gig, found it not to be occurring and then drove home. Great. I would have done some decorating, but I was worn out. I think I managed to sort out a birthday present, though. That's something, at least.