As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the higher implications of TAC as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 96. It took me back to the first time I saw blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located M 64 in Pisces Austrinus. It would be easy to confuse with dancing elephants. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 597. It took me back to the first time I saw all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I sought NGC 242 in Canis Major. It seemed fainter than fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought NGC 4483 in Gemini. It somewhat resembled Gollum. After that, I jumped to IC 3103 in Camelopardalis. It looked like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located B 564. It was a blurry likeness of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I showed some guests NGC 3266. It appeared as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I looked at Abell 22 in Orion. It looked exactly like a little triangle.
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 sex.