As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the inner workings of world hunger 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 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 48. It seemed just like the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located IC 3901 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was as bright as cotton on velvet. After that, I added to my logbook NGC 1922. It was better than cotton candy. After that, I slewed to M 93 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out IC 1523 in Ophiuchus. It appeared to be a smoke ring. After that, I checked out IC 2674. It looked uncannily like the eternal nothingness of being.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.