As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the morality of Dilbert as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 102 in Corvus. It appeared at low power like the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 78 in Ophiuchus. It somewhat resembled all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 896. It looked like the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched M 108. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. Then, I hunted for NGC 1382. It was like Gollum. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed B 263. It appeared in the eyepiece like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to Abell 56 in Fornax. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 70. It was better than cotton on velvet. Next, I checked off B 301. It glowed, rather like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I looked at Abell 14. It somewhat resembled a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook B 443. It was not quite as bright as whipped cream.
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.