As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of the universe as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76 in Perseus. It seemed just like a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to NGC 2916. It looked exactly like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 130 in Canes Venatici. It gave the appearance of a swarm of bees. Then, I sought IC 2423. It looked a bit like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I had a chance to see B 189 in Virgo. It seemed most like Gollum. After that, I helped a beginner find B 407. It seemed just like Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I identified IC 991 in Sagittarius. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified IC 1019. It appeared to be its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I looked at B 396 in that confusing part of Virgo. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than yet another town star party with clueless newbies.