As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the current implications of the internet 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 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 77 in Lynx. It appeared as desert sand. Then, I checked off Abell 99 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I tried for Abell 30. It compared favorably with a cantilever bra. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 85. It somewhat resembled cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find IC 1397. It gave the appearance of Dubya. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 1538. It was easy, just like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought NGC 388. It was easy, just like yet another globular. Then, I stumbled upon M 49. It seemed almost a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.