As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current implications of cosmology 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 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 43. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. Next, I located NGC 6968. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I slewed to M 68. It took me back to the first time I saw a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 425 in Antlia. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for B 419 in Cygnus. It seemed just like lumpy darkness.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I jumped to Abell 83. It glowed, rather like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 204 in Serpens. It glowed, rather like a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged B 123. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Then, I tried for B 348 in Corvus. It appeared at low power like the face of God.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I looked at Abell 99. It appeared to be its Hubble photograph. Next, I showed some guests NGC 1040 in Septans. It was better than a smoke ring.
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.