As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Plato's Republic as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 53. It reminded me of desert sand. Next, I glimpsed IC 130. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. Next, I jumped to IC 400. It seemed almost the eye of God. After that, I accidentally located M 12. It seemed almost R2-D2. Next, I found by accident IC 1201. It appeared to be a UFO. Then, I identified Abell 78. It was even more difficult than spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see M 78 in Ursa Major. It shimmered, as if it were Miss Piggy.
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 phone sex.