As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 89 in the western sky. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 618. It was like desert sand. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 95. It somewhat resembled Demi Moore. Then, I stumbled upon NGC 5201. It reminded me of blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified B 51. It seemed fainter than the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 828 in Corvus. It sparkled like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find NGC 3388 in Triangulum. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 461. 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 looked for and suspected NGC 4908. It was even more difficult than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I found NGC 6132. It was even more difficult than Smokey the Bear. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 56. It was a dead ringer for a spider.
After a short break to check my email, I went for IC 1328. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed Abell 10. It was even more difficult than black pearls on flocked paper. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 1090. It appeared to be the face of God. With that checked off my list, I logged NGC 1867. It was as bright as George W. Bush. Then, I hunted for Abell 1. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I logged IC 2493. It seemed fainter than R2-D2. Then, I looked for and suspected Abell 90. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. After that, I accidentally located B 57. It looked a bit like fleecy wool.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I helped a beginner find B 121. It seemed most like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.