Minggu, 29 Oktober 2006

Missing: A Bus Driver Drop-off Lane for Wisconsin Avenue

The area around the Mazza (or Mazda as I always thought it was called) Galerie is a center for foo-foo, upscale, don’t have enough decimal places in my bank account to afford products (Saks Fifth Avenue, Tiffany’s, Prada, and Gucci). The not-so robust mall offers other shopping choices that are more expensive than what you’d find at, let’s say, Arundel Mills Mall. This is all fine and dandy (does anyone else my age write “dandy” anymore?) except during my rush hour drive on the three-lane southbound Wisconsin Avenue.


The dropoff lane in question is enclosed in the squarish-circular red line (that creates confusion instead of alleviating it).

Directly in front of the Hecht’s store (that’s now a Macy’s), there is a drop-off lane for cars that is separate from the three lanes, yet Metro buses do not receive any assistance. Of course a bus stop sign is placed at the corner of Wisconsin and Western Avenues (marking the MD/DC border). When a bus makes its stop, it blocks the right lane which is also a right-turn only lane. Since the left lane is left-turn only, those driving through the intersection may only use the center lane to get by. Thanks to those who don’t know how the lanes work, a forced merge from three lanes into one is created; guaranteeing a backup.

A Metro bus blocking the right lane occurs throughout the drive into DC and isn’t much of an issue, but when it’s combined with a backed-up left lane, it’s hard to crack 10 MPH through the area. If there was any foresight, buses would be allowed to use the right-lane drop-off and cars would have to fend for themselves without blocking Wisconsin Avenue. I won’t even start to complain about the people who cross well before the intersection’s crosswalk…well, I already did complain…I say they’re fair game.

Minggu, 15 Oktober 2006

How Not to Buy Cubic Zirconium For an Engagement Ring

Please accept my sincerest apology as I backblog a large event…my famed SO and I are engaged (as of 3 weeks ago)! If you so please, here’s 1,588 words on how I chose the ring.

This decision to purchase the ring and propose was very, very, very easy (as well it should), but finding the right ring required a lot more time, energy, and money (lots of it) than I expected. I regularly had to lie to my SO about staying late at work (when I was just taking the Metro to another jewelry store) or seeing a good friend from home to watch a football game at Rhino’s in Georgetown (when I was visiting several stores in four hours). When a friend would call and ask how the shopping process was going I had to give short and ambiguous answers because my SO was in the next room. I sent cryptic emails to friends and family. Researching the science and business of diamonds had to be done at alternate Internet terminals. All calls from jewelry stores were forwarded to my cell phone. I told a fellow couple while we are at a Nationals’ game and my SO was getting food.

Secretly asking my SO’s parents for permission required the same dexterity. I asked the mom while my SO was upstairs and asked the dad while my SO was inside the car. When my SO asked what her dad and I were talking about, I told her we were just talking about how great she is (all the while not making eye contact with her because I am the worst liar). In Swahili, it’s called “Cariboo Sahna” – (cutting it) very close. While I alerted those closest to us, I, in my typical way, over-researched diamonds and quickly learned the 4 C’s. When buying a diamond, determine what you can spend and then balance the size and quality. A larger stone isn’t necessarily a better stone because it may not have great clarity or color grades. Imperfections that decrease the clarity grade are typically only visible under 10x magnification and a trained eye, just as lower color grades usually aren’t too noticeable unless the diamond is placed next to stones of other color grades. However, when the ring is appraised, the clarity and color matter.

With my carat weights (which is not the diamond’s actual size), clarity and color grading scales, and required princess cut in mind, I was ready for some market research. I joked about buying a cubic zirconium stone on the basis that my SO should love me enough not to get it appraised, but it’s much easier to buy the real thing, lest I want to fear walking the entire plank each second we’re together.


That ring is not going anywhere.

I asked for suggestions from some friends and family and was told of a few stores, but most disturbingly my friends told me of several shady people to contact for a “really good deal”. Nevermind if I wanted to make a deal I’d have to be frisked, repeat a password, complete a secret handshake, and forget where I was the moment I left. I thought it was in my best interest (as in my life) not to deal with those people and find a reputable retailer. For the record, BlueNile.com didn’t beat most of the diamonds I saw and it’s crazy to mail your expensive diamond back to get it fixed, etc.; all the more reason to deal with a storefront. As part of the most important advertising demographic (male, 18-34), it was impossible to avoid hearing about several places to purchase a diamond as they all claim to be the biggest diamond importer and/or seller in the DC area.

After my “late day at work” alibi, I rode the Metro and started at the Jewelry Factory in Bethesda. Afterall, its ad shows smiling people who constantly wave for the last 10 seconds of the commercial so that effort at least deserves a visit. I knew it wasn’t the fanciest dealer, but it’s my first stop. All of my questions were answered and I received good attention, but I had to see what else was out there. The diamond that was offered was the right size and cut, but I felt I could find one with better clarity for the same price.A week and a half later, I was supposedly watching a Penn State game with my friend, but instead drove to Mazza Gallerie to checkout the diamonds there. I immediately dismissed Tiffany’s because there’d be a 20% markup just on the name. Tiffany’s is the best choice for silver, but a little blue box doesn’t make the actual diamond any better. I’ve always wondered if you could purchase a blue box and put some other jeweler’s jewelry inside to make it appear more valuable. One time in high school, I bought a girl some earrings, but didn’t like the box they came in from Bloomies, so I took one from my mom’s dresser, placed the earrings in the new one, and gave it to her. Well she really liked them…little did I know my $30 earrings came across as $100 earrings in their new box.

Before visiting any of the big advertisers, I went inside the mall to see if a random store would have a decent diamond selection. I took a chance on Charles Schwartz & Company (CS&C) figuring it didn’t have to advertise as much to gain steady business, or so I told myself. It looked nice enough from the outside so what the heck? I immediately felt comfortable and got a good vibe. From the fancy (and clean!) display cases to the fact it has been in business in some form or another since 1888 and it had “Schwartz” in the name (and we know diamonds), I took a seat and checked out the inventory. The sales associate was really knowledgeable and created a pressure-free environment. I made the mistake of telling him what I was looking to spend at the start (a big no-no), but the diamond he showed me was perfect. It had a spectacular cut, higher color and clarity grades than the Jewelry Factory’s offering, and was less expensive. I told him it looks like the perfect diamond, but I wanted to see what else was out there. He implored me to look around so I left (I did say pressure-free) knowing that that really was IT, but I had to compare for my sanity and wallet’s sake.


Step 1: Wear sunglasses to protect eyes from sparkles.
Step 2: Look at ring. And yes, I really took this picture of my, I mean her ring.


I went north to my second oversaturated advertising store…Ronnie Mervis or (Murvis). He has a unique accent and also claims (along with the Jewelry Factory, Charleston Alexander, and the Tiny Jewelry Box) to be a top diamond importer in DC. Before getting to the diamonds, I had to be let in by a rent-a-cop through two sets of doors. I’m all for jewelry store security, but entering a store should not require a manual. After waiting longer than I should, the diamond seller lead me to a small, glass-enclosed room where I was eventually shown diamonds. This reminded me too much of the glass offices in a car dealership. That, combined with the diamond selection that was of less quality than CS&C, only contained one diamond within 0.3 carats of the CS&C choice, Ronny Murvis had lost my business well before I figured out that I had to wait for the first door to close before the second would open.I was hungry so I decided to check Charleston Alexander’s inventory online and drove home for some food (since I would have ate at the bar).

I stopped at the McDonald’s near the White Flint Metro. Armed with superior diamond knowledge and marketplace research, I took a chance at Princess Jewelers in the adjacent shopping center. I didn’t get any positive feeling from the start especially when I compared the décor at CS&S to this retailer. Nevertheless, I sat down to see what they had. Though the salesman asked if I knew something about diamonds and I told him “yes”, he still felt the need to give me his sales pitch. I put up with the talk only to find diamonds that were of less quality than CS&S and weren’t much in terms of savings. Just as my gut instinct had told me, CS&S had won my engagement ring business. I briefly considered running to NYC’s 47th street to see what the tribe had to offer, but the logistics and alibi weren’t worth the trouble.

I returned home and quickly kissed my SO before heading upstairs to change. Because I had not gone to the bar, I didn’t have the requisite smoke smell and her nose would detect my lie in an instant. I made it upstairs, took a shower, and changed my clothes to ensure a clean alibi (hardy har har har). I gleefully called CS&C on Monday to tell them I’d return the next day to place my deposit. The stone cost a little more than I was budgeting for, but because this is something I’m going to have to look at everyday for the rest of my life, I’d hate it if I could think, “gee, if only I had spent that extra money, I would’ve have had an even better diamond.”

Just like purchasing a home, spend as much as you can because it’s something important to you that you’ll be dealing with everyday for the rest of your life. I picked up the ring a few days later and it looked spectacular! I had my solitaire princess cut diamond on a size six platinum band (just as she slyly made it clear would be the right ring for her). The story of the engagment later this week...

Selasa, 10 Oktober 2006

About that Army 10-Miler

After sleeping for all of 3 hours before I awoke from a terrible nightmare and deciding I’d rather stay awake to avoid returning to my imagination, combined with my headache that would only get worse from activity, my SO and I passed on the Army 10-miler. Though I feel guilty receiving the official shirt for my donation, but not participating in the run, I think this was a good move. I can’t stand without hearing an ankle and/or hip crack while my SO knee gives out on her on the slightest hill. We’re already an old married couple.

With Sunday and Monday now free because we wouldn’t be stuck recuperating from the run, my SO, her mother, and I made a run to the Maryland Renaissance Festival for its Celtic weekend. The first 40 minutes of the 45-minute drive went without conflict. We turned onto the single-lane, Rt. 450 (in Crofton) and hit a long backup. Maybe it’s just the traffic light at 424. We get through the light and resume normal speed until we reach another backup. Maybe this won’t last long because we’re within 4 miles of the Festival’s entrance. One hour and 3.5 miles later we turned around on 450 and grabbed a bite to eat. I called the Festival’s general number and was told that the backup was in both directions on 450 and we “picked a good weekend with the Annapolis Boat Show.” Thanks lady. It was 2:30, we were hungry, and even if we got to the Festival by 3ish, we would have to rush through the events and shows after forking over $17 (plus the cost of a turkey leg).

Because I don’t know the layout around the Festival (since I didn’t make it there), I can’t say if traffic direction from local police would’ve improved things. Whatever is needed, the Festival’s organizers need to make it easy enough to reach the parking lot. I suggest adding signs along 450 to let us know just how close we were getting. I did learn: the importance of leaving for the Maryland Renaissance Festival in the morning; when looking for sarcasm while in traffic, call the Maryland Ranaissance Festival; and to bring water and snacks to sell to trapped motorists inching their way to the Festival.

Rabu, 04 Oktober 2006

How Not to Prepare For The Army 10-Miler

Back when you were a young lad (is there any other kind?) and a test was upcoming, did you ever kind of study the material, but realized there was no way you'd do as well as you could've if you had given it your all? Though this hasn't happened to me since college, I'’m about to break my streak with this Sunday'’s Army 10-Miler. A few months ago I announced the benefits of a new found running addiction that lasted a few months until my knees and ankles took turns telling me that regular running can't be sustained. My body breakdown spread to my SO whose knee began locking-up on her and can no longer run on inclines.


I'll keep up with people like this for the first second, then they'll be a blur and I'll be struggling.

Fast forward (because just forwarding oneself isn'’t fast enough) to the present day and we'’re three days from a race that I haven't practiced for, let alone ever run as far, and I'm a little worried. There i’s a "Recovery Bus" that scoops you up if you can'’t finish under the 2-hour, 30-minute limit. I will not let myself get on that bus. I can certainly walk 15-minute miles so I should be fine as long as I can keep that pace when my body has already given up on me. If thereÂ's any saving grace, Columbus Day should give my SO and I a chance to recover enough to get out of bed for work on Tuesday.


Is this really the best picture the makers of Nip Guards could find to show how it's applied?

Until my race wrapup blog, I just have to pickup my race packet and timechip, and triple-check that I've got my running socks, shoes, t-shirt, and of course, ample amounts of baby powder for those areas sensitive to chaffing. I hope 10 miles is less then the minimum distance needed for any nipple guards.

Selasa, 03 Oktober 2006

Who Knew You Could Sample the Clinique Counter On Metro?

I have never had the greatest olfactory sense, but my SO’s sniffer snuffs out the faintest of smells. This hasn’t worked in my favor when I try to get away with certain things, and has also made her prone to sensory overload when something comes our way that even I recognize as smelling too strong. The other day we were riding up a Metro escalator when we came upon a man who was unaware of what a shower could do for him. As long as I’ve been alive, showers have successfully cleansed people and even improved their scent. The addition of cologne and perfume is supposed to be in moderation as most everyone realizes that cologne and perfume are very potent. You could easily do without it, but it’s fine to go above and beyond the smell your flufa and body wash supply. Unluckily for us, the escalator rider in front had taken a cologne bath. I don’t know his brand, but it didn’t matter. Your face/neck area is supposed to receive one or two sprays, not one or two ounces.



The uglier/weirder the cologne bottle, the cheaper/worse it's going to smell.

My SO smelled him about 20 steps away and I made the same discovery 10 steps later. We were trapped with no exit route or emergency escalator slide to avoid his presence. We booked it like step aerobics instructors with too much caffeine and held our breath from five steps before Calvin Klein’s #1 customer until we were five steps ahead. My SO was a little overwhelmed by the man’s scent so we pushed forward and kept stepping (not this kind of stepping) until we exited the escalator well before the man, who gave Pig-Pen some competition, made it to the top.


The police sketch artist's rendering based on my description.