MJC MADNESS!

Just as quickly as he came he is leaving again. MJC is off into the wild world, working this summer in Nantucket (where I will visit him as frequently as possible). I will miss the crazy creature and the fun that ensues.

Scene: The Murry Hill home of Mel and MJC, 33rd floor apartment overlooking other high-rises.

As I’m telling a story, MJC looks out the window and spots a smoker on his terrace.

“Gimmie the binoculars.”

Mel pulls out a pair and MJC peers at the man, obviously no longer listening to my story.

I get frustrated at the lack of attention as he fiddles with the lenses.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m focusing on someone else right now. Literally focusing.”

We take turns gawking at the man.

Later, we interview people to sublet MJC’s room for the next couple months. Even though he wasn’t going to be sharing the apartment while he was there, the “winner” was the cutest boy that stopped by (tall, dark, handsome, sporty, lawyer).

“He’s going to be in my sheets. I’m rolling in them when I get back.”

We finish the day by learning a snappy tap dance routine that MJC choreographed. Mel and I are rough, but there is nothing like getting a direct “5,6,7,8” from him to get your heart pumping.

I love this man: