  Leave it to Robin to get me invited to a party of awesome proportions. There will be things such as amazing, worthwhile music, inherenty beautiful people, marijuna, 'G-Dogg', and a fair amount of nonconformity.
Wait; back up. Did I just say what I think I said? Yes; pot. P-o-t. The illegal drug. Which is illegal. And mind-altering. The one with that telltale smell. The one I have been terrified of until late.
I refuse to not write about the subject because it directly affects my life. Very directly. My mom was a hippie, my brother hibitually smokes it to avoid... something. I, however, am a marijuna-virgin. So, I guess this is what they call "expirementing with drugs"? Do I fit the description of the disgrunted youth who turns to a bong to find meaning in her life? Am I doing this to be considered "cool"? Is it that evil, evil peer pressure? No. There's just a burning curiosity about it. Affectionately... Anna 
