You know that thing where a bunch of dancers and artists invade your home for three months of plotting, rehearsing and installing site-specific dance, sound and lighting? And then a bunch of strangers buys tickets? No? Then you haven’t dealt with the avant-garde boundary-blurring that is the homeLA experience. This weekend’s San Marino edition takes place at the private residence of a brave couple of arts patrons who have embraced the chaos and let the artists have free rein for their crossplatform experiment — and for the group’s (separately ticketed) after-party, too. Let’s dance, honey, I’m home! Private home, address provided with ticket purchase, San Marino.