There were smiles, there were laughs. There were cheers, jeers, heckles, huckles and boos. A baby cried.
Archie Macpherson was there, for goodness sake, a peacemaker if ever there was one. But I didn’t see a handshake.
The two men at the centre of one of Scotland’s biggest ever political feuds scraped together as much chumminess as they could muster.
The body language between Alistair Darling and Gordon Brown at the Marryat Hall on Wednesday wasn’t too cold and their words for each other were warm.
Certainly warmer than the words in Mr Darling’s memoirs for his former boss.
Mr Darling had previously highlighted Mr Brown’s “appalling behaviour” and “hopeless” leadership in his memoirs.
So, it’s not like anyone was expecting the two former chancellors to exchange bear hugs and high-fives, before heading off arm-in-arm for a reconciliatory pint.
Robbie and Gary it was not.
This was a meeting of necessity, two political heavyweights putting aside their differences to fight for a No vote in three weeks’ time.
No one expected fireworks (although that came later from elsewhere) or that their uneasy truce would crumble before our eyes.
But a handshake would have been nice.
The two keynote speakers were polished, but the real spark came from the supporting cast.
I’d never imagined Archie Macpherson as an aggrieved Scottish pensioner who wouldn’t have been out of place sitting next to Jack and Victor in the Clansman, putting the world to rights.
But the passionate voice of thousands of football matches was equally effective putting across his anger at the SNP and the crowd lapped it up.
First-time voter Shonagh Munro and former NHS admin worker Dorothy McHugh also impressed the audience.
But, for us hacks at least, the eye was always drawn back to the two men sitting smiling and nodding as the speeches were made.
As it turns out, the only public falling out during the meeting was when Mr Brown was loudly heckled by disillusioned Labour supporter and ArabTrust board member Mike Barile two minutes into his speech.
Get on your feet at Tannadice and shout “Rubbish” and “You’re a disgrace” at the ref and nobody will bat an eyelid.
Try shouting it at a former Prime Minister in the Marryat Hall and it will get you chucked out the back door, it seems.