I think it went pretty well. My sides were sore, making good breathing difficult, and I was pretty tired, but I hung with it as best I could. Dave threw several originals at us, plus a variety of odd meter tunes (I'm getting the hang them), and the Chick Corea classic You're Everything (my worst solo ever in a long time!).
We finished up at 3 PM. I went home and crashed for a couple of hours, staggering back out the door in time to make my church gig. By the time I'd returned home, I almost felt like me again.
