As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the inner workings of television as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 30 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 8. It was as bright as a smoke ring. After that, I checked out M 82. It seemed just like George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 3328 in Orion. It looked a bit like ripples of water. Next, I tracked down IC 1792. It seemed almost spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located IC 1069. It glowed, rather like a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I logged NGC 3396. It was a blurry likeness of desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I sought B 413 in Sagittarius. It shimmered, as if it were yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 30. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. Next, I accidentally located Abell 61 in Canis Major. It looked uncannily like the pillars of creation. After that, I tried B 7 in Lyra. It was easy, just like ripples of water.
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.