When I told you about ?uestlove's event at Bubble House this Sunday, it totally slipped my mind that things at Bubble House would be popping off just blocks from where various schools at Penn were celebrating their graduations.

For the record, there are few things I enjoy more in life than watching the type of awkwardness that occurs when a family of celebratory WASPs gets caught up in the midst of three breaking circles, flanked on both sides by hippies with hula hoops and various objects to juggle. These are the situations where you can immediately gauge someone's merit, i.e., those who see a breaking circle and run for their lives are idiots. But the individuals who come up with ways to navigate through them, well, they've got the potential to be my temporary heroes.

How not to become my hero? Power walk while trying to carry on a conversation and act like you're not walking past a man standing on one hand with his legs twisted in an inhuman position whose still managing to keep a beat.

How to become my hero? Man up and lead your family in a dancing line through every single circle you enter. Middle aged lady in the seafoam green linen suit and loafers who did just that, even when your bow tie-clad husband looked like he was going to keel over on the spot? You get a cookie for that performance. And I hope your graduate daughter took note of that lesson how to have a good time and not take yourself too seriously.

Lesson on why parents and breaking circles should mix (I promise the little one is fine) via YouTube, by way of my Wifey.