When I first got back to LA a month ago, one of the first conversations I overheard was a young woman saying to her friend “I don’t know if I can wait 10 years to be famous. That’s like forever.” To which her friend replied, “Yeah, I’m so sure it’s not as much fun being famous when you’re old.” I said to myself, “Ugh, I’m back.” But within a couple of days, I was happy to be back to the conversations in LA. and now am sad to be leaving them. They’re the conversations with some of my oldest friends and colleagues and strangers, and even when they have that distinct LA flavor, it is comforting in it familiarity.
Yesterday, I met up with my friend Elizabeth, and while we were chatting, she was also texting with her boss. About their dogs. Elizabeth’s Rodrigo is very hip to the dog scene in LA. He’s goes to a very trendy doggy day care, and saw his first psychic at a young age. (The psychic envisioned many things, including that Rodrigo would like chicken, and imagine that, he does). She let me share the conversation with her boss:
E’s Boss: Do you know or can recommend a pet psychologist or homeopathic pet therapist. My dog is having some issues with peeing in the house and my vet has ran a number of tests and it’s not anything medical. My dog walker sugested a pet psychologist or homeopathic pet therapist and I did a yahoo search and turned up nothing.
E: A friend of mine takes her dog to pet acupuncture. If you like, I can get the name for you. Rodrigo had a reading with a pet psychic. It was very insightful into his thought process. I don’t have her name, but I believe it was the pet psychic on the animal planet. She was really amazing. I can try and get her contact info.
E’s Boss: Both would be great! Thanks
E: I will work on it tomorrow.
E’s Boss: Thanks so much!