John Mijac is a Realtor with a technological bent. He's been a writer, an email administrator and Web designer, but found his true calling in Real Estate. He is the Chair of the Tucson Association of Realtors Multiple Listing Service's Technology Committee. John is a strong advocate for social networking and believes in communication and ethical, open relationships in business. If you have questions about real estate, email him at john@mijac.info - he always answers.
It's been a while since I talked about Lyle and Hunter, that handsome couple who came to Tucson looking for a gay Realtor and found me. Life has just been too busy! Last time we took a look at a remarkable home, planned a party, saw some of the sights and were rescued by one of my favorite lesbian couples. Getting back to the present, our soirée was about to start, and happily my partner Mitch had stopped by the Rum Runner to pick up some wine for the evening. Of course we also had fresh pomegranate juice from Matilda and Megan's trees for the non-imbibers. Mitch and I would trade bags of citrus from our trees for that wonderful fruit. In our neighborhood we harvest olives, pecans, pistachios, peaches, pomegranates, oranges, tangerines, grapefruit, lemons, limes; the list goes on and on. I love gardening in Tucson. Amazingly, there is a rich history in the fruit trees of Tucson.
Fortunately, I'd begun a classic Boeuf Bourguignon the day before. The only recipe I use is Julia's, though I can never resist adding my own touches (Buffalo, zinfandel and shitakes for the beef, burgundy and white mushrooms this time.) I had just finished putting out some cheese, olives and fruit when Matilda and Megan arrived, they're always early. Good thing is they're really a part of the family and never mind helping me finish out the last few things before everyone else arrived. Matilda had a Nimbus, her favorite local beer, while Megan stuck to her beloved Pomegranate juice. Soon the other guests arrived; we tossed some juniper and mesquite into the patio Kiva fireplace. Soon the flames were crackling and the talk turned to Lyle and Hunter's house hunt.
Lyle jumped right in "So why haven't you shown us that house across the street?"
I was a bit startled, "Well, you told me you really wanted a green build with a view and . . . ."
Hunter laughed, "Well, to tell the truth, we've realized we're not exactly sure what we want aside from good neighbors and place where we can entertain. We like your neighborhood and it comes with built in friends!" So, suddenly, in the midst of dinner, all 12 of us got up and tromped across the street to view that peculiar property.
I must say that I would never have considered showing this house to the two of them before the evening began. The place was a bizarre labyrinth of hallways, odd shaped rooms, and secret passageways. The former owners got it into their heads to make it a north of the border Mexican getaway. It seemed as though each wall of the place was painted a different and brighter color than the one before it. There were coyotes and Kokopeli figures everywhere; I mean the place reeked of bad taste. And yet somehow the two of them just thrilled with each outrageous example. Gales of laughter echoed out from every room as they spied each new travesty until, out by the pool, the two of them fell over each other hooting at the tacky display of pink flamencos stuck between pottery figures of sleeping, sombrero-wearing Mexicans from the 50s. They turned as one and Lyle said, "This is it. This is the place we want and we won't change a thing." Hunter looked a little worried but said, "Except the Pepto-Bismol pink bedroom, that has got to be my refuge from the madness."
On the way back to my house they confessed that the two of them were tired to tears with "good taste," all the "right colors" and fashionable decorating motifs. "We just want to have a little fun and let our hair down a bit," said Lyle. So we agreed to meet in the morning and write up the contract. I was sure we could get it for a bargain. In the current market it had languished for almost six months and the Sellers, I knew, would be delighted to get any offer.
Well, Michael and Mark and Nancy and Bart and Susan and John and Matilda and Megan said their goodbyes after eating my fabulous banana-mango-raspberry confection (which looks a bit like a Pousse Café), and all wished my clients the best of luck on the offer.
Tune in next time to see how things go with the offer and inspection, the next chapter in Hunter and Lyle's journey. We'll meet some more friends and overcome an obstacle. Remember, if you have any questions don't hesitate to email me or give me a ring!
John Mijac john@mijac.info
520-404-0741
http://www.johnmijac.com
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