It’s a full moon on a Los Angeles summer night. We are playfully practicing our śīrṣāsana on the soft sand when, suddenly, a well-dressed man appears from the darkness and invites us to join him and his vocal friends on a small yacht, floating close by in the distance. In my romanticized view of life, he may as well have been Alain Delon in Plein Soleil. This could obviously be a good or very, very bad thing. Still, the night was “young”, and we couldn’t let it down. Against better judgement, and way too much curiosity, we douse our bonfire and board The Mirabella...