I was in junior high, so this was probably my 14th birthday party. I actually knew a few people by then, some of which could be considered friends, or at least, acquaintances. Two or three at least.
Somehow, I decided to invite some of 'em over for a birthday party. I knew nothing about birthday parties, or parties of any kind.
Previously, I had built a Lissy... this is a modified television, with the deflection coils driven by a stereo amplifier instead of the tuner. This creates Lissajous curves on the television, created by the differences in the left (vertical) and right (horizontal) signals.
THIS, in turn, was a nifty project that I was inspired to create by a little toy I had when I was twelve or or so. This was a little tower with a light in it and a pair of spinning mirrors. This projected whirling spirograph-like shapes on the wall/ceiling.
Anyway, my idea of a party was to get together, listen to music, and watch the nifty Lissy.
The memory still inspires in me the urge to reach back through time and smack myself for being such a complete and utter loser.
Needless to say, it sucked.