Beta Cell Bash, in the Year of the Hoverboard

Today is my 31st anniversary since my T1D diagnosis as a kid. And as I've done for the past number of years, I went to a diabetes party this past weekend. It was the Beta Cell Bash . Yep, that's seriously the name of it. Actually, it wasn't specifically to mark my diaversary . It just happened to fall at this time of year. Once again, the B-Cell Bash was a... bash. Meeting up with other fellow pancreatically-challenged peeps is a fun experience, and this past weekend was no exception. This yearly get-together was the 4th one that I'd been to and its the brainchild of Mr. Michael Schwab , a local Indy guy who's now in his fourth decade with T1D. Sadly. there were no sightings of hoverboards or flying DeLoreans, and Marty McFly wasn't playing his guitar anywhere near the stage. Still, it was a fantastic time. I have no clue how many fellow people with diabetes were actually there, but I know that I saw at least a half-dozen and conversations with a numbe...