I'm not really in the habit of using this blog as a personal diary, but today I'm going to make an exception.  Yesterday was probably my last day of work for Millennium Cell.  Yes, that is more than a little sad.  The saddest part was that there is a small chance that the company will find further financing, so at the end of work yesterday people were still playing the "see you in a couple of weeks" card, instead of the more honest, "well, I'll probably never see you again, have a nice life" card.  So, what would be the best way to celebrate my end of employment? How about basketball and cheesesteaks?

Jim and I were in the front row of the top deck in the Wachovia Center last night to watch the Sixers romp all over the Pistons. Some highlights:

- Jim, of course, had to roll up in there with his camera and 17 different lenses. But this time, it helped him make a friend! The tattooed guy in the sleeveless jersey and his slightly slutty, hot after a few drinks girlfriend in the Iverson jersey-dress had Jim take their picture, and by the end of the night he was calling Jim "bro".

- My pretzel cost $4.  Wait, is that a highlight when you are unemployed? I'm so confused.

- After the game, Sixers fans roamed through the halls of the Wachovia Center in competing mobs.  One group was chanting for Reggie Evans.  Another was spreading a rumor about Detroit, and how they suck.  My favorite group, though, was the group of 20-30 Sixers fans following the guy in a Pistons jersey, chanting and pointing: "Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!" You could hear them coming down the hallway, and as they passed, I saw the Pistons fan holding his fists up in the air defiantly, accepting the vitriol that was raining down on him.  I thought the Sixers fans would wear themselves out, but no, I could hear them chanting with as much energy as ever as they faded out of earshot.

- Honestly? There's a place in Red Bank called "Willy's" that makes cheesesteaks that are just as good as any that I can get in Philly now, although they have less neon.