As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the inner workings of TAC as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 11 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 51. It appeared as ripples of water. Then, I found IC 1446. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. Then, I found by accident NGC 5676. It was not quite as bright as dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I tracked down IC 1004. It seemed just like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I sought NGC 4823. It compared favorably with cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I hunted for IC 2029 in Camelopardalis. It somewhat resembled a swarm of bees. After that, I accidentally located IC 1837. It somewhat resembled the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I tried for NGC 1198 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It gave the appearance of Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to IC 1825 in Antlia. It sparkled like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to B 443 in Lepus. It was even more difficult than all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon IC 2446 in Ophiuchus. It was even more difficult than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I identified IC 3097 in Lyra. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 32. It looked a bit like Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I sought NGC 6056 in Lyra. It gave the appearance of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I accidentally located B 306. It was a blurry likeness of a cantilever bra.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I studied B 18. It was even more difficult than blackness.
After a short break to chat, I slewed to M 24. It was easy, just like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I went for M 105. It was not quite as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I found Abell 98. It seemed almost smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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 internet sex.