April 20 is arguably the most celebrated unofficial American holiday. Unfortunately, I'm also probably the only Stranger staffer who hates smoking up—if I do, I'm left helplessly (and literally) drooling, which makes me the token non-toker. Luckily, my Plus Ones are adept at herbal situations, and so we hit up this 4/20 party at a mansion of a house ready for anything.

The hostess is holding court in a hammock on the porch. When I introduce myself, she giggles a little bit, explains, "I am on so many drugs right now," and gives me a tour of the house, which its tenants have named "The Spaceship Excellent." In the backyard of the Spaceship, my partaking Plus Ones get involved in a very serious conversation about 9/11 that eventually turns into a meaningful discussion about hunting and gun laws. Someone tells me there is a piñata up on the roof. I ask her where the piñata could possibly be hanging from up there and she points up and says: "The stars. It's hanging from the stars," and wanders away.

The house band, also named Spaceship Excellent, sings their signature song, titled "All Aboard on the Spaceship Excellent," which kind of sounds like if Rage Against the Machine wrote a theme song for an outer-space drug-smuggler show. The lead singer announces that some people mistakenly think that the song is titled "I Was Born on the Spaceship Excellent," when a voice from the cloud of smoke in the back shouts, "I thought you were singing 'Spaceship Excrement'!" Giggles abound, even from the lead singer, who adds: "Good one."

Want The Stranger to leave your house party with a powerful hunger for hot dogs and a need to read old Jack Kirby comic books about Tomazooma the Living Totem? E-mail the date, place, time, and party details to partycrasher@thestranger.com.