But the show, both halves of it was good (reviewed here) and an older jazz-inclined crowd applauded at the end of the solo in the middle of a song where a younger, rock-oriented one would have waited until the end.
But it was a good night, and we made our way back around to the Hilton just after eleven, where I had an appointment with the rest of the bottle of Tempranillo while details of the two set lists were deciphered and tapped out. Still, we needed to be up and about reasonably early in the morning, and it wasn't too far into the wee hours when I crashed.