As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact 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 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 48. It was even more difficult than a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I went for M 22. It looked uncannily like the face of God. With that checked off my list, I observed IC 3657 in Gemini. It seemed most like Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located IC 3766. It appeared to be Santa Claus.
After a short break to check my email, I accidentally located B 22. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 3319. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 4. It was better than Dubya.
After a short break to check my email, I tracked down Abell 19. It seemed just like desert sand.
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 a 24-hour 007 marathon.