Seems once I made it into the top 1% at Lyon Real Estate, I end up ranking every year either as #2 or #3 in the company. We have about 1,000 agents at Lyon, so it’s not an insignificant accomplishment to make into the top 1% at the Lyon Real Estate Awards. Only nine agents achieve that milestone every year. Although, we used to win better prizes. Over the last 5 years or so, we just get a huge honkin’ vase, and now I have too many of those.
Honestly, I have too many awards, period. What do you do with them? I suppose they could be used as flower vases, but I don’t know if you’d want your name on them. I spotted a few awards our relocation department won, and those were pretty cool. From where we sat, they resembled figurines with a globe on top. Like a Golden Globe. You could use them to clobber an intruder.
Preparing for the next 3 months in Sacramento real estate required a visit last night by the Elizabeth Weintraub Team to Hawks in Midtown for dinner and drinks. Hawks Public House is the restaurant, and Hawks Provisions is the delectable to-go-side (take-outs and sandwiches). You’ve probably driven past it on Stockton / P Streets on Alhambra plenty of times, saw the place was jam-packed and wondered about it. Or, maybe you read a review in the Sacramento Bee by Carla Meyer. Or, perhaps you’ve been to Hawks in Granite Bay and are curious about the spin-off in Midtown.
Dee from Reno was horrified to find herself in such a “bad part of town” in Sacramento. She and her husband were first in line last night for the meet-and-greet with The Zombies at the Crest Theatre on K Street. Why, there were hundreds of homeless people everywhere. Well, they were right here a minute ago, she exclaimed, glancing furtively. “Don’t worry,” I assured her, “as long as you don’t talk to them, they won’t stab you.” Actually, I was joking. Barbara Dow and I got a good laugh out of it anyway, and we explained that it’s perfectly OK to be standing on the sidewalk on K Street, but Dee wasn’t buying it.
A scent of wet soil is the first thing you notice getting off the plane in Port Vila, Vanuatu, at midnight. It’s an almost overpowering odor that encompasses lush vegetation, no doubt, and that island dirt. You can feel the moisture in the air, but the smell of moisture is more prevalent. I was so overjoyed to be here that I would have kissed the ground except I was too tired to get back up. The entire trip, from Honolulu to the resort in Port Vila is about 24 hours, and I’m not even sure what day it is at the moment.
There is a huge monster winter storm heading for Sacramento tonight that I will miss because this Sacramento REALTOR will be sipping a Makers Mark at The Four Seasons in Lanai, Hawaii, when it hits. This is just the first leg of my solo 2014 winter vacation. The photo on this page was shot by my team member and friend, Barbara Dow, when we enjoyed a 10 days in Maui for my birthday this past June. You can see the island way off in the background, and that is the island of Lanai, where I will be later on today. This is my personal reward for a year well done.