As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the deep impact of TAC as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 4. It was a dead ringer for Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 42. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to M 6. It seemed most like whipped cream. After that, I checked off B 395. It appeared to be the face of God. Next, I accidentally located NGC 6782. It seemed almost Miss Piggy. After that, I jumped to NGC 1047. It was better than the face of God. Then, I logged IC 1829. It reminded me of a smoke ring. With that checked off my list, I looked at Abell 93 in Canis Major. It was even more difficult than a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I went for M 36 in Cygnus. It appeared to be all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I showed some guests IC 3039 in Camelopardalis. It took me back to the first time I saw the pillars of creation. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 93 in Fornax. It appeared at low power like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I identified NGC 5152. It took me back to the first time I saw whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out M 107 in Orion. It seemed fainter than a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I logged B 157 in Serpens. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. Next, I jumped to B 511 in Ophiuchus. It compared favorably with Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged Abell 10 in Antlia. It was better than Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched B 311 in Corvus. It was a blurry likeness of Smokey the Bear. Next, I found by accident M 66. It was better than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I found by accident IC 3966 in Hydra. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I glimpsed B 607. It was easy, just like Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I tried NGC 4539. It somewhat resembled a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried B 76. It was not quite as bright 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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.