My friends and I went to San Francisco for gay pride week. We met some guys at a parade and they invited us to a party. My friends and I weren’t going to go to the party, but it sounded like a lot of fun. I was a little nervous about not knowing the host of the party. My friend said we would only stay for a little while if the place seemed like it was a bad idea. After we agreed to leave if things got out of control, we got dressed in our best clothes and headed to the address of the party. There were lights on outside of the building and there were people hanging out all over the parking lot and the front of the building. It definitely looked like a huge party. We walked into the front door. I guess I expected there to be a bouncer or someone checking the guest list. There was no one at all. I started walking through the house to see if I could find the host. I wanted to thank the guy for inviting us to the awesome San Francisco party. When I made my way into the dining room, I saw a table with large jars of marijuana. There must have been five or six pounds of marijuana on the table. People were helping themselves to the marijuana flower. I looked around to see if someone was monitoring. There was no one watching the marijuana. Nobody was even looking at the table. I walked over to the jar and I took a huge handful of buds and stuffed them in the pocket of my jacket.