As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the deep impact of TAC as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 98. It somewhat resembled lumpy darkness. Next, I hunted Abell 18. It was a blurry likeness of the clouds I'd seen earlier.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I looked at B 384. It was better than one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to check my email, I located IC 1145. It was like the face of God. After that, I stumbled upon NGC 37. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I star-hopped to IC 3310. It looked a bit like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After that, I looked for and suspected Abell 92. It appeared as fleecy wool. Next, I sought M 38. It appeared as a little triangle.
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 night out under the stars with people you hate.