First of all, let me go on record saying that I HATE Daylight Savings Time. Hate it hate it hate it hate it. Losing an hour makes me cranky and nasty and miserable.
I DO like getting an extra hour of daylight at night, and apparently so does our whole neighborhood, as when we got home from violin and cello lessons, everyone was out partying in the street and David was happily flying his RC plane from the back porch.
So it probably doesn't matter that dinner was served at 7:45, right?