As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the current implications of Doonsbury as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 22 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I helped a beginner find IC 294. It was even more difficult than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see NGC 1514 in Serpens. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I stumbled upon IC 3021. It seemed fainter than fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I checked off NGC 4842. It compared favorably with an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 498. It compared favorably with 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 ebola.