As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the higher implications of television as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 85. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I looked at IC 230. It looked a bit like a far-away cloud. After that, I checked off M 68 in Gemini. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 223. It glowed, rather like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After that, I looked for and suspected IC 2649 in Lepus. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for M 65. It seemed most like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook NGC 255 in Camelopardalis. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to B 456. It was a blurry likeness of George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I tried B 80. It somewhat resembled that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found IC 973. It gave the appearance of a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see M 10 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 66 in Ophiuchus. It looked like blackness.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I tried for B 132. It gave the appearance of lumpy darkness.
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 day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.