As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the deep impact of Doonsbury as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It somewhat resembled a swarm of bees. Then, I tried B 426. It reminded me of Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I found M 55. It was better than cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off B 223. It was even more difficult than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I hunted for Abell 51 in Scorpius. It was even more difficult than dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 2972. It reminded me of 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 spending the evening reading blogs.