Late-breaking music

Perhaps not such a wise thing to do, but we left the house around 9:00 last night to go hear a friend play bass in a little club on Lower Queen Anne. When we walked in, we were the only two patrons in the room, and in sole possession of the huge disco ball and dizzying little lights. The waitress brought us a couple of beverages, and laughed, telling us we were also in possesssion of the only two martini glasses in the joint; the rest had inexplicably vanished. The musicians played a bit, warming up, took a food break, then started a set. It was very good, and as if we had them all to ourselves, despite a trickle of a few other people into the place.
They only did one set, since it was unusually quiet for a Sunday night, according to all involved; I'm thinking, wha....??? It gets busy LATE on Sunday? People in denial of the workweek's beginning, I suppose. Well, 11:30 was late enough for me, as we didn't get to bed until even later.
It made me grouchy and not very good at climbing today in the gym, which I did with our beloved son. He had his own personal reasons for feeling not up to par, having to do with a bit of pub crawling in Leavenworth, Washington. We managed a sufficiently tiring workout, and vowed, each to our needs, to get enough sleep and watch the beer intake, each to his own vow.