Being an electrician's son, when I first heard the term "circuit party" it piqued my interest, figuring it must involve fancy light shows. Never went to one, but if I did, being from Miami, it probably would've been the "White Party" when it was held at the vintage villa Vizcaya (built during
WWI by a gay
man, natch), where I'd have wound up in white linen channeling "Brideshead Revisited," oblivious to the fact that it was a white underwear, drug-fued bacchanal.
Cautionary tale, kids - this is what happens when you don't do drugs.
You wind up ill-equipped even when you're well-equipped.