A Weight Watchers Dinner

Last night was dinner with Weight Watchers friends whom we have seen religiously each Monday for a few months now. Of course, knowing I was weighing in, I didn't each much for breakfast or lunch, so by dinner I had plenty of room and was rather hungry.

Our friends live on Morehead in Southeast, so we already got the warning about not excepting unsolicited candy from strangers and were told to wear our neutral gang colors. Aside from a few rather *ahem* "busy" front porches and a few cars that haven't moved since the Diamondbacks won the World Series, the neighborhood seemed pretty tame.

Inside, a small television displayed a color image of the front yard, a VCR catching any shady action on behalf of the neighborhood watch, of which our hosts were staunch members.

Dinner was pizzas on portobello mushrooms and a pumpkin pie magically made to have as few calories as possible (though not at all short on taste). Since everything was much better for you than normal, I made up for it by eating too much.

After dinner we were regaled by tales of the neighborhood and all of the drama therein implied, to include 2am spousal fistfights and a kid who egged everything within a stone's throw on an almost daily basis (to include our hosts' swimming pool).

We left a little after nine with still-full bellies and lots of stories. Sure, I didn't meet any of the characters they'd told us about on the ten foot walk to the car, but ask me if I still locked the car door just in case.

Umm, yep.