...and you end up in a roomful of old classmates at 55 years of age.

Well, this conversation happens over and over:

 Old classmate: Reggie!

Me: Yes.

Old classmate: Where have you been for the last 35 years? I heard you were missing?

Me: No, just dealing with life.

Old classmate: Are you married?

Me: Yes. 

Old classmate: Happily?

Me: Yes.

Old classmate: Really?

Me: Yes. 

Old classmate: No, reallllllllly?

Me: Yes. (with a bit more emphasis)

Old classmate: Do you have kids?

Me: No. 

From there it would start to vary a bit but mostly that was the start of every conversation. 

Also, you get a pretty good lesson on why lawyers do so well and why there are so many of them. There were so many multiple divorcees in that room that I think a lot of lawyers put their kids through college just on the graduating class of 1985. Friendly group though, I barely made it out of one embrace when I stepped right into the next one.