After Sinatra passed the torch to a torch singer whom I didn't immediately recognize, which sequed into a brief contemporary Hawaiian interlude, the neighbors on the other side of the neighbor-with-the-sound-system called out, "put Sinatra back on." The request was immediately honored.

Kicking back with the tiki lights glowing, the torches and candles flickering, surf crashing in the background, Ol' Blue Eyes swingin' away, the scent of plumeria and jasmine in the air... no complaints tonight.