Out in the foyer of the Hilton Hotel a financial adviser was bemoaning the dearth of youngsters in the industry.
And looking around the room I could see his point: it would take an actuary to figure out the combined age of the assembled advisory industry figures balancing plates piled high with lamb chops and poached fish in one hand while yakking about the issues of the day with old friends.
There was, in fact, at least one actuary hanging around the petit fours table who could have supplied calculations based on his intimate knowledge of death tables.
Instead, we talked about the petit fours: which, kudos to the Hilton catering crew, were delicious.
But the subject of aging was inescapable. Inside the conference room speaker after speaker at the Perfecting Investment Portfolios symposium rammed home the point that getting old is no joke.