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 underwater basket weaving 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 11 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 68. It somewhat resembled R2-D2. After that, I jumped to B 571. It appeared as fleecy wool. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 318. It appeared to be an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I tried for Abell 25 in Septans. It was even more difficult than a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to IC 1400 in Camelopardalis. It looked a bit like Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed B 88 in Lynx. It took me back to the first time I saw ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I hunted for IC 912. It seemed just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, I had a chance to see NGC 709. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I hunted for M 65. It appeared as spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 5687 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared as a swarm of bees. After that, I looked for and suspected IC 3281 in Ophiuchus. It was better than dancing elephants. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 47. It was better than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 87. It appeared to be Dubya.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).