Full House.

So, New York. You're in New York City, and you figure you gonna see an Olsen twin,* it's really just a matter of time. It's like Where's Waldo; you know they're in the picture, it's just a matter of time before you see them. 

You know where the story is going. Obviously went to a pretentious bar/basement. One of the Olsen twins was in the DJ booth, where else, right? She was clearly friends with the DJ, who decided to give her free reign (like no DJ at all...). Her set included:

- Buffalo Springfield 

- Janis Joplin

- Stevie Nicks

- Tracy Chapman

- Richie Havens 

Clearly she loves the 60's. She loves drugs, and she might as well have played the entire Woodstock album. But that's neither here nor there. 

Ah, you might think, what a fine young woman to have acknowledged these fine artists. Michelle knows her stuff. However, if you should be as critical and as musically smug as me, you would note  that she was merely playing the "basics" of each artist, if you were searching on itunes essentials. No depth. 

That being said, I saw an Olsen, and I did my hardest to sing Janis Joplin's "Piece of my Heart" as loud and melodramatic as possible so as to gain Ms. Olsen's attention. So she would acknowledge that I acknowledged her selections, and possibly entertain the idea of liking me as more than just a friend.

The previous story is true. The following is fiction:

I went up to the DJ booth and said, "play some Van. Van the man" and then proceeded to pump my fist. After her posse realized I was alone and clearly a huge fan of Full House, they looked at me like I was crazy. I then proceeded to say, "What, no van? Why so serious?"**

I'm told it was Mary-Kate, although I don't think anybody really knows. I don't even think the Olsens know. 

* Incidentally, everyone in New York claims to "know" or be "friends" with the Olsens. 

*Get it. Heath Ledger. The Dark Night. Too soon?