As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the inner workings of the internet as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared in the eyepiece like the face of God. Next, I tried for M 82. It was better than the eye of God. After that, I checked out NGC 5710. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out M 62. It sparkled like Santa Claus. Then, I studied Abell 20. It appeared at low power like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 66. It took me back to the first time I saw a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I went for IC 224 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was as bright as its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 66 in Ursa Minor. It appeared as the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 28 in Lepus. It somewhat resembled Demi Moore. Next, I checked out IC 3086 in Gemini. It sparkled like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted IC 2656. It seemed most like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I found IC 2046. It compared favorably with the face of God.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.