As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep impact of TAC as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. 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 20. It was a blurry likeness of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I star-hopped to Abell 28 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I looked at IC 694 in Scutum. It sparkled like Santa Claus.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I looked for and suspected B 296 in Scutum. It seemed fainter than Gollum. Then, I had a chance to see B 401. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down M 15. It was a blurry likeness of a spitting cobra. Then, I added to my logbook B 319. It was like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find B 207 in Perseus. It seemed almost Demi Moore.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I located NGC 5424 in Draco. It was better than cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I observed M 40. It seemed fainter than a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I tried M 91. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I found by accident NGC 3696 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.