The art wasn't bad either.
The heart of the show, though, was the humanity and dignity Wiley brought to his subjects, and his juxtaposition of current, everyday people and objects against the ornate backgrounds and classical poses and styles in an art form that used to be reserved for the noble and wealthy.
Portraiture for the modern masses.
Between the art, the music, and the two free drinks a pop, I'd say it was one of our better date nights - and that was before we followed it up with a jerk chicken feast at the Islands. Definitely worth venturing out into the cold.