"Do you want to come to my house on Friday night and join a group of us to do some chanting?" the actress asked.
My gut screamed, "Nope. No. Definitely not. Don't do it." But my eyes took in her semi-famous glow and before my gut could override it, my mouth said, "Yaaassssss!"
There are several rites of passage to becoming an Angeleno and I believe one of them is attending a spiritual gathering involving a semi-famous celebrity. It took me seven years of living here, but I can finally check this one off my list. All thanks to an actress I met at a dog park.
While our dogs were playing, the actress and I chatted about -- what else? -- dogs and then we hit a lull. Since there was a full moon coming up, I started talking about astrology (naturally). From there we veered into Buddhism, which I'd studied briefly in college (Humanities credits).
At this point, I was oblivious to the actress' fame. She seemed vaguely familiar, but I just figured it was from the park. Someone came over and asked her if she was working on the new season of a Showtime series that's not Homeland or Shameless (and maybe rhymes with Shmay Shmonovan.) While I haven't watched this show, I recognized the name. When she asked me if I wanted to come to her house for a "chanting meeting," I. WAS. SO. IN. I had no idea what she was talking about but this is the kind of weird, voyeuristic, literally only-in-LA run-ins I live for.