i'm a tumblin'

I was visiting my parents in the house where I grew up and I was sleeping in the basement. I was down there putting my things away. When I walked into the main part of the basement, where the couch and tv used to be, there was a crowd of older African American folks having a party. They weren't rowdy or anything, and as I pushed my way politely through them toward the stairs the only question on my mind was "when did my basement become a bistro?"