As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the current implications of the internet as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 4 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It sparkled like the eye of God. Then, I went for Abell 81. It reminded me of Dubya. Then, I checked out NGC 3791 in Lepus. It appeared to be the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at M 58. It was a dead ringer for yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at M 42. It seemed just like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 4498. It reminded me of Santa Claus. Then, I tracked down M 12. It compared favorably with the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I logged IC 3658. It seemed just like Dubya. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 3834 in Canes Venatici. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I found by accident B 469 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It reminded me of Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 71 in Perseus. It was like a waterfall. Then, I tried for NGC 5685. It seemed fainter than nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 47. It seemed most like fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find B 162 in Serpens. It appeared as 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 a day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.