As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Dilbert as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 103. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged Abell 66. It appeared as desert sand. With that checked off my list, I found IC 795. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I checked off M 21. It was as bright as dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed IC 3668. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I studied NGC 2069 in Corvus. It appeared at low power like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 32. It was better than cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed M 79. It was as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 3778. It was a blurry likeness of fleecy wool. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 3772. It appeared in the eyepiece like Dubya. Next, I nudged my telescope to IC 1963. It appeared at low power like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I went for M 15. It was even more difficult than R2-D2.
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.